Dear Secretary Duffy, I am writing to thank you for initiating America’s Golden Age of Travel. I thought you’d like to know how it changed my travel life. [published on Substack July 2026] https://janetbestdart.substack.com/p/the-golden-age-of-travel?r=2twahq&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

https://janetbestdart.substack.com/p/on-weeding-and-writing?r=2twahq&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web [Published on Substack May 2026] Dare I admit I like to pull weeds? I slip my fingers around the grasses that took over my garden during my year of cancer treatment. They spread like—well, like weeds—filling every bare patch of earth, threading themselves through the heart of a Shasta daisy, racing faster in the flower bed than in the lawn. Hungry for water. Fo

I missed his first steps. His first words. His first everything. Janet with baby, 1975 What do you do when you learn—half a century later—that your infant was treated like a lab animal? That your love was withheld not by accident but by design? https://janetbestdart.substack.com/p/i-discovered-my-baby-was-used-in?r=2twahq&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web