My 13-pound Bichon Frisé was my best friend, my loyal companion and my professional buoy. So why isn't there a blueprint for mourning a pet who loved me as much as any human did?
I have so many questions about my mother's tragic accident. But will the details of her death provide me with relief or will it traumatize me all over again? Weighing the pros and cons of fact-finding.
A North American transplant, I'd spent years trying unsuccessfully to master British restraint. Never did I feel more at home as an expat than at my first British funeral.