A sign of the Times
If there’s anything you know about me by now (beyond my fear-filled fixation with getting older), it’s that I have a hate-on for flying. Seriously, Johnny Depp could call and ask me to join him on his private island and I’d have to regrettably decline. So when I got the news via my airline carrier that I would be flying back to NY from my native Canada on what was to be the highest terror alert day of the year—and could expect upwards of a 4 hour delay in the security line—I flipped my lid. As I got to the check-in desk with my brother, my dog Harley and what would be my carry-on in tow, I was informed that I would need to pack up my purse and put it into my checked bag and then put my essentials (wallet, passport, Purell and passport) in Harley’s bag as my “one and only” carry-on. Somewhere between my hissy fit and handing over to Shane an armful of pajamas, Christmas gifts I was never going to use anyway, and most sadly, a bag of baked Dill Pickle chips (if you know where to find them in the U.S. I’m all ears), I was approached by a reporter doing a story for the New York Times on this dismal day of travel. I mentioned I was the author of Girl on Top (hoping I could count this as book media) to no avail, but there was a silver lining… my name is in the Times.
Harley sick and tired of waiting around the airport 
March 5th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
But she looks chic in her Limited dog sweater!!
xoxo