I 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 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 readingI wish I knew when I would see you again. Do I matter to you? I think so, but I can’t tell with flight attendant life. Every moment feels so precious and so fleeting because we move so fast. I’m
Continue readingEditor’s note: this is a very personal confession of my life. It’s not so much about flying, but on my own relationships, struggles, and uncertainties; which I guess—ultimately— is very
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