My schedule is NOT the reason we won’t work out…or maybe it is. A flight attendant’s schedule and dating.
Continue readingThe relationships we start, maintain, and hope for in both love and career.
Continue readingMy dating life looks different than yours. Confessions of finding love as a flight attendant.
Continue reading“Hey Cory! Where are the ice buckets?” I ask in a hurried tone. “Oh. I can get you ice,” another line guy, NOT named Cory, helpfully offers. “Ok great! Thanks!” I respond as I begin moving
Continue readingDefeated. 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
Continue readingI saunter up to the host at one of the restaurants at this beachside, all-inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. My bright green teal skirt is offset by the dark leather purse hanging loosely over
Continue readingI find myself asking the same question that a confused reader wrote ‘Dear Sugar.’ ‘Dear Sugar,’ backed by the devotion of Cheryl Strayed, anonymously bares her heart and soul— vulnerably and
Continue readingI only titled this piece as such, because I thought you would read it if I told you not to date pilots. Really, this blog is called “Love + A Box Of Crackerjacks.” I hope you read it anyway.
Continue readingMaybe I underestimated you and for sure you’ve overestimated me. I assumed that you would have the capacity to think of me as more than a flight attendant fling or uncommitted counterpart. “It’s
Continue readingThe distinct piano notes, interrupted by beats and lyrics, carried a clear message through the dimly lit Parisian apartment. “Let’s have a toast for the assholes. Let’s have a toast for the scumbags…Runaway
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