Singleness, Dating, and Relationships

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“The Illusion…”

“This job– is  just an illusion. It gives you  the impression that you  are travelling, but you’re  not; really. But then, you meet people. But then, you leave people. You don’t decide anymore… Most of the time, we only get the worst of  travelling.” —Anonymous If only you could decrease the massive migraine brought about […]

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Matter Of Perspective

“He’s going to be leaving for months soon. Why would you want to get involved anyway?” I was asked this pointedly while watching the evening fog blanket the horizon, as if it was tucking the sun in for the night. Lullabies of happy anticipation and excitement danced in my consciousness. I was open to the […]

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‘The Latest:’ Planes & Poetry by Jade

Editor’s Note: The day that Jade sent me this poem, I found an email in my inbox with the following words. I had been wondering when she would write again and hoping she would. I love Jade’s words, maybe because I can’t write like she; maybe because she finds a beautiful way to be vulnerable. […]

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Flings, Falling, & Fighting Time: The Way Of A Flight Attendant Relationship

I 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 not speaking about the rate that physical intimacy can travel at, but I’m referencing movement. That thing that […]

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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 you take every loving piece of you that wants to help him heal and run don’t walk Every fragment of your being will pay the price for […]

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So…This Is It?

Dream Job: CHECK London. Los Angeles. New York: CHECK. Pretty smile. Perfect Lipstick and the proper pour of Diet Coke. Done and done. You got it. You did it. You do it— The Flight Attendant Life. And, you dig it. Well…at least you mostly dig it. You dig the way people look at you and dig […]

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Thank God I’m Flying Tonight…

“Thank God I’m going to Sweden tonight…” I thought to myself as the rhythmic rotations of my legs propelled me and my mint green bike with the pink basket through the muggy Florida air. Summer has certainly greeted Ft Lauderdale with its warm hello; my sticky tan skin shimmering under a hot morning sun. I want to […]

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The One Type Of Wonder I Don’t Want

I swear flight attendants must think I’m crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the lead FA working the flight from Cancun to Ft Lauderdale this morning questioned why the only passenger in the very first row— a sunburned and tangled haired bleach blonde girl— was crying, and crying so much. Yeah. It was me crying so […]

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I 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 somebody to stop me. The sky is dark and the clouds gather as I get on the highway, taking me away from home. […]

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“Not Always Ok:” The Story Of The Red Balloons

  “Katy,” I said. “I’m not doing a very good job at this.” She looked at me, inquisitively, before her gaze went back to the passengers boarding our aircraft. “What, Honey?” she questioned gently, as she intuitively knew by my tone that I was not speaking about work or the airplane. “At forgetting him.” I […]

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