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Corporate Flight Attendant Life Updates: MIA (literally) and my life flying on private jets

I don’t know how to explain what has been happening in my career and life during the past year; let alone this past month. The ‘unbelievableness’ started with being thrown onto a private A320. That

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“The Angel in 22B:” The Life Changing Moments All Around Us

One thing that I can say from my experience as a flight attendant is that bad days do exist. Although most days are pretty awesome— just gallivanting around the globe— the bad days do come and when

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“What Do You Want?”

“What do you want?” I asked pointedly— the words digitally etched into existence. The text message had a haunting feel to it, as if the question should have been directed at me instead of

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Planes & Poetry

By J. Wilson Smeared lipstick & spray tan on bedsheets. Secrets kept in hotel rooms in the cobwebbed cities we fly into. But you’re an LA & I’m more of a Denver A Pinterest to

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I Love You, But I’m Leaving…

“Ahhhh man,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. “I wish you weren’t leaving tonight.” I smiled as I stared back into the bright sparkle of his crystal blue eyes. I genuinely

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Life Of Bye

  Some people feel trapped in their desk jobs. I know—not so much from personal experience—but because they have told me. These people who must stay crave

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So Lonely Lately

Flight Attendant Life is an intensely social existence interrupted by periods of intense isolation.

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Adventure Awaits: A letter to the traveler who had to come back home

I wrote this as an answer to a reader's question once, and since I have been suffering from writer's block and missing Israel and adventures with Celessa a lot right now, I thought I would post this. Adventure

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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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No Matter Where. No Matter When.

I stare, lost by the sight of the deep navy water as it moves and churnes.  Maybe we are the same, the ocean and I; me always moving, always churning.  I think I tried to make it stop once;  the movement.

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