06/21/2026
In 1962, money was tight for my parents, so my mom announced her pregnancy by telling Daddy his birthday gift would be to name the new baby. He loved Frank Sinatra’s ode to his own daughter, and so voila! Seven months later I arrived. He’d often sing bits of the song to me when he saw me over the years. For some people, “Nancy” is an old-fashioned name. For me, it’s literally a gift.
