When I fly, I always…

Chug large quantities of Dramamine – otherwise, believe me, you wouldn’t want to be seated next to me for a 16 hour flight! Can you say “barf-a-rama”?! Always place a hand on the plane as I board and whisper a prayer for the pilots. Prefer an...

Transition

July. Hot sticky season of freedom. I love you. When I opened the windows this morning, you breezed in like an old friend. I have felt this happy to see you before. The year we melted with relief when the right job at the right time came through for Pete. That July...
Time to get the passport back in the game

The kind of frequent flier I want to be

On the wings of the evening I fly home. Sonic, grits, sweet potato fries and fellowship sitting full in my belly. I enter the in between. Airports transport us out of time. We wait, suspended, for hellos. We travel from one good-bye to another greeting with all our...
If you’re feeling lost

If you’re feeling lost

I feel it in my hand. Gossamer fine, delicate thread. I hold it loosely to be sure I don’t snap it. I’m following it. Spiderweb-delicate strand, it leads me; it pulls me forward. Hand-over-hand I follow. Sometimes, in deep dark black nights I can’t...