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Ruined Me…

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

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Matter Of Perspective

“He’s going to be leaving for months soon. Why would you want to get involved anyway?” I was asked this pointedly while watching the evening

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Thank God I’m Flying Tonight…

“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

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Dear John Doe: An Open Letter From Flight Attendants To The Significant Others We Left Behind

  A few days ago, TheFlightAttendant.com received a comment that pretty much broke our collective flight attendant heart. Read on, from “John Doe:”     This one sorta got

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The Single Flight Attendant: The Secret to True Happiness

Author’s note: Full disclosure, I’m not single. I’m in a long term relationship, and have been for some time. We have a house, a car, and a cat.

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On Wanting…

I started this essay as content for my book.  It turned into something that needed to be published here. So, here it is. -Kara On Wanting Sick. I feel it again.  I don’t know if it is the antibiotic

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Long Distance Relationships & FaceTime Break-ups

You’re right there, but I can’t touch you.  I see your face, and I hear your words, but you are not in my room, or my home, or even pulling one of

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An Adventure All Its Own: Dating A Flight Attendant

Since I have been a flight attendant, I haven’t dated- at least seriously, or long-ly.  Yes, I know that is not a word, but for this, it best describes how

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Baby, It’s Complicated.

I stare out the bay window of his apartment.  The semi-circle chaise lounge fits snuggly into the corner space.  An orange throw is draped over my outstretched legs, my computer perched, the keys patiently

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I Love My Dad

I’m not certain if it’s Father’s Day.  I believe it is, at least in some corner of the world.  Maybe in my corner.  I’m confused with dates, and times, and days now.  Maybe

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