Nine People You’ll Meet on a Plane

I don’t travel as much as many do. That said, I’ve spent a fair amount of time taxi-ing and learning the correct position to use if I hear “Brace. Brace.” I’ve spent plenty of woman hours hurtling through the air with a bunch of strangers, angling for arm space and eking out some elbow room….

Flying Lessons

Last week, for the first time, my son balked at the mandatory “have a good day at school” kiss.  My first-born, my baby, my guy.  I watched him as he strolled off to hang out with his friends, an impossibly heavy backpack on those still narrow shoulders.  Nine and ten year-old boy bodies were draped…