Thank God for the War

by Lone Mørch Schneider

Roots run deeper than we sometimes think.

“A Queen cannot come from such humble beginnings,” Frieda objected, standing in the remaining rubble of her Transylvanian childhood home. We were in Zendersch, an isolated parish tucked into the rolling hills of the mountainous heart of Romania. Her highness was my mother-in-law. She’d proclaimed