You should really stop telling me that I travel too much. I’m quite aware of how much I travel. I’m a flight attendant.
Doesn’t every crew member constantly contemplate ‘The Backup Plan’— what they might do (or will do) once they are no longer a flight attendant?
The words match my cadence— deliberate and steady— as we walk side-by-side along the Southern California sea. I pause to let my message sink in and yet skip effortlessly past how this may make him
When you don’t expect to land here, don’t know when and where you will take-off next, but there is a peace in this place.
Defeated. The feeling settles with weighted intensity as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I pull at a stray blonde hair and press it into place with intention. Pursing my lips, I blink. I’m
The sun slides above Diamond head, encasing the skyscrapers of Waikiki in its warm morning glow. There is something about mornings; when the world still feels naive and innocent, quiet and calm. There
There are the pilot jokes between cabin crew. We laugh at their style, bemoan the creepers, and eye roll the stereotypes of the profession. Pilots make a great dart board to take aim at and often they
Fires scorch Malibu and beyond as the embers of loss layer the sky in an eerie burnt orange glow. What a heavy week this was for Southern California. Not always do we fly effortlessly and freely above
What consistently happens in my job is CHANGE and LOTS of it. I plan my trips, the catering, and what I pack based on one scenario— redeye departure, one passenger, reposition, back on Wednesday— only
Human nature is funny. It’s as if we equally crave both adventure and security. If we have too much stability, routine, and predictability, we become bored. If there is too much unknown, uncertainty,