Whenever I am at a party where I have to make small talk, this introvert would really rather slip into the kitchen and help serve or mop the floor. Truly. But when slipping away is not possible, I can always count on one story to ease the pain of small talk: the day my husband and I flew to New York to be on Regis and Kelly . . . with our dog. The story begins in 2001, not long after 9/11. … [Read more...]