I sit alone in my Danish apartment. Staring from left to right, and then back again, as soft music beats from a speaker in the kitchen. I’m snuggled under a blanket, on my Danish couch, in my Danish
My Note: I don’t know if this blog goes here, but I didn’t want it to go somewhere else because I really hoped that you would see it and read it and feel it. Thank you for listening.
(One of the things I have been most grateful for as a flight attendant is the fact that I have met— and become friends with— some of the most amazing and inspiring humans I could ever imagine. This
To you—I hope that you don’t read this, because I think it’s a hard thing to read that you are being talked about instead of talked to; so tread softly, take the words lightly, and simply know that
The day that Jade sent me this poem, I found an email in my inbox with the following words. I had been wondering when she would write again and hoping she would. I love Jade’s
I wish I knew when I would see you again.
Do I matter to you? I think so, but I can’t tell with flight attendant life. Every moment feels so precious and so fleeting because we move so fast. I’m
if you find yourself with a man who wears his anger like a bruise
left long ago by his stepfather’s fist
and his first wife’s infidelities
“Thank God I’m going to Sweden tonight…” I thought to myself as the rhythmic rotations of my legs propelled me and my mint green bike with the pink basket through the muggy Florida
I swear flight attendants must think I’m crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the lead FA working the flight from Cancun to Ft Lauderdale this morning questioned why the only passenger in the
When you aren’t “always ok” with the adventure you are in— honest thoughts on letting go of what’s holding you back