As abruptly as an F-16 takes off, people question my career at social gatherings. Despite wanting to pretend I’m a heli pilot in Switzerland or diving instructor in Australia, I admit I work for an airline. Once the truth settles like dust upon the tarmac, I slide into fuzzy slippers and grab a first classContinueContinue reading “Flight Fiascos Over Foie Gras”
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The Boathouse
City clock chimed 4, consciousness slowly aware of spring birds gently wishing me well, as warm air tickled my skin through open windows. The simple tones of feathered friends, and the aura of this hour reminded me of rowing workouts in college. Like a power piece, thoughts pulled me into future months where I haveContinueContinue reading “The Boathouse”
Menstrual Madness
My abdomen collapses into a fetal position, dizziness increases lacking iron. Cramps creep into nooks of my spine I never knew existed, I can’t sleep. Balls of pain won’t cease fire despite my bff, Midol. TV ads portray fluffy white happiness during this time of the month, do consumers fall for that crock? In myContinueContinue reading “Menstrual Madness”
Waldorf v. Bean
Eyelids closed, soft like feathers as my weary travel head snuggled upon a fuzzy surface. Buffet ballads emitted from speakers, returning thoughts to concerts with my aunt at Jones Beach. Senses inhale Banana Boat spray, as warmth from the Long Island sun falls upon my neck and shoulders. Summer limes plunk into chilled Landshark brews.ContinueContinue reading “Waldorf v. Bean”
Claustrophobic Popcorn
I didn’t pay $11.75 to hear your occlusals crunch kernels, and strain my neck bobble-head style to view the film. I cherish the movie experience. Two hours of peace from responsibilities and thoughts. Chest pounding audio, and of course the previews. I immerse myself completely in the experience, and enjoy going alone. It is aContinueContinue reading “Claustrophobic Popcorn”
Power To The Socks
I am convinced tiny colonies of mystery critters bounce into action laundry day, abducting favorite socks in the spin cycle. I give so much power to my socks to bring joy, which may be an issue but hey, they say awareness is the first step. Speaking of steps, where I reside stepping outside without socksContinueContinue reading “Power To The Socks”
Mardi Gras!
The E2 pulled to the curb as my depleted belly began regaining strength. Moments earlier I touched down in New Orleans to explore Mardi Gras for 24 hours. En route on a big bird a migraine surfaced disturbing my excited anticipation of the adventure. I felt nauseous like the finish of the Dad Vail. TheContinueContinue reading “Mardi Gras!”
An ATM’s Perspective
After a day as an airline professional when passengers have pushed my buttons assuming they are entitled to pots of gold beneath rainbows, made me ponder how it feels to be an ATM. Can you imagine how many push a poor lil’ ATM’s buttons 24 hours a day?! Drunken lads stagger up to their screen.ContinueContinue reading “An ATM’s Perspective”
I’m Single, Not Sick…
This goes out to single friends following dreams, feeding adventurous souls until it is out of our system. “Once you meet Mr. Right, you will want kids,” put your hands up if you have heard that a zillion times. This biological clock is not ticking, I’m not sure it has a battery. I look atContinueContinue reading “I’m Single, Not Sick…”
Roma!
Giddy we scurried down the jetway with seat assignments to Fiumicino, on our way to celebrate New Year’s Eve abroad. Prior to the familiar airbus zig zag napping shape, the flight attendant walked past selling ear buds for inflight entertainment. My coworker inquired if free for airline employees, causing the attendant to respond defensively. MyContinueContinue reading “Roma!”
Bean's Dream 