thinking of dogs and guilt and grief while flying above it all.

Janet Bernson  Here I sit, comfortably in the LAX Admirals Club lounge, waiting for the carbon-definitely- not-neutral jet to take me on the first leg of my August journey. I have left a trio of unhappy dogs, my canine children, in the capable hands of roomies. My eldest dog, Dot, now 17 and an outright … Continue reading thinking of dogs and guilt and grief while flying above it all.