Carol Weedman Reed

Baking and making memories, a Mother’s Day tradition | Carol Reed

Occasionally in life – very occasionally – something may happen that is just too much for us to absorb right away.

 

Recalling the universal gasp when Kennedy was shot | Carol Weedman Reed

Awash in adrenaline, my heart beat like an out of control train, and my stomach seized into itself. I sat stiffly in the molded plastic chair on the stage of my high school in a Maryland suburb of Washington, D.C.