When it rains it pours, baby. Last week’s blog post came a week late. You once-in-a-while readers wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t mention it, but those of you who tune in regularly might have. In that post I told you
I didn’t plan on talking gay stuff this week. I figured a #TBT story on social media from last year’s blog post would suffice for pride content on my blog. But then something happened that made me think more about
“So, what’s your schedule like?,” the question every flight attendant dreads, but is inevitable when meeting new people. Today we’re tackling an aspect of flight attendant schedules not often talked about—the One Day at Home effect. This is what time
I’m not talking about travel or flight attendant life today. In thinking about what I wanted to write this week everything fell short. After the leaked draft of the Supreme Court’s decision to overturn Roe v. Wade, dismantling 50 years
Today’s post is going to be short and sweet. And with the cold/allergies I’m suffering from, short and sweet is about all I can handle. Today’s post is not even really a post, so much as it is an announcement.
Last week I told you all about volunteering at the ultramarathon in Raleigh—how much fun it was, how I got wrapped up in the strong sense of community, and how it left me itching to set a new big running
In just a couple days, I’ll be celebrating my 2-year soberversary. Wow, did that fly by. Honesty, at this point I’m not sure if I have to write about it anymore. But just in case there is someone out there
I had a hard week. And in it, a particularly hard day. And while I’m celebrating my birthday today—now officially closer to 40 than 30—when I sat down to write this week, what came out was what was happening. Gray.
"Sometimes when you’re in a dark place you think you’ve been buried, but you’ve actually been planted. Bloom." -Christine Cain I heard this quote, or some version of it, in a podcast today and it felt like the truest thing I’d
