Last week I took a breather and missed my deadline. I post on Thursdays around here. This deadline, one post each week, on Thursday, has helped me to stay on track, consistent, accountable. Before, when I was writing and posting
As a full-time flight attendant flying through the pandemic, I’ve been getting a lot of questions. How is work going for you? Do you feel safe? Is your job safe? How are people behaving? What is it like being on
Books and airplanes, reading and vacations, they go together like peanut butter and jelly. Although admittedly, I don’t read as much as I’d like to, I’ve been getting back into it and remembering just how much I love reading.
Flight attendant life can be a lonely one. Or so they say. I wrote this poem a couple years ago, processing my feelings about life on the road. Of the loneliness my peers talked about that I couldn’t seem to
September 16 was Mexican Independence Day, and I am missing that place in a big way. It is possible that the missing is less about Mexico specifically and more about how life was while I was there. My three-month stint
Summers in New England are short, but oh-so-sweet. Any native New Englander knows you’ve got to take advantage of the sunshine and high temps while they last because once the first frost hits, it’s parkas, shovels, and icy winds lashing
Self-care is the theme of the week. Why? Because I desperately needed some recently. The life of a flight attendant can be taxing. When you’re living out of a suitcase, breathing in recycled oxygen at 30,000 feet for 8 hours