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Don’t Marry Old Captains
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 I suggest
Continue readingI Want You To Stay: An Open Letter To The Runaway Flight Attendant
Faster. Farther away. Run. Fly. Go. I push my foot down on the accelerator and drive off. I push my car up to the speed limit and then just over the limit, daring
Continue readingIn It For The Long Haul: A Commitment Manifesto
“Please. I can’t even commit to a lipstick.” I laugh when you say that I should own the t-shirt that broadcasts this statement. I smirk when you ask me for the thousandth time who I’m
Continue readingThe Transforming Power Of Gratitude
“You, stop it!” he said sternly while cupping my face between his hands. Tears teased the corners of my eyes, taunting his blue to challenge the sadness
Continue readingFinding Your Way Home: How Flight Attendants Stay Grounded
A typical conversation between long-distance flight attendant friends: “Wait, I thought you were in Texas.” “Nope, Milwaukee to Houston and then to Monterrey, Mexico. Where are you today,
Continue readingWhen Everyone You Love Lives Halfway Around The World
It’s almost dawn in Las Vegas. I’m staring out the window at the bright lights of the casinos, unable to sleep. Yesterday at this time I was at the airport in San Francisco, running between
Continue readingDear 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
Continue readingI 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
Continue readingDear Daughter
I hope you choose to explore and love and live like you have always dreamed, Daughter.
Continue readingUntitled
Just write. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself for the last two days. But what do I say? How much of my private life do I make public? How many secrets should I share this time?
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