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Pink or Copper

Pink or Copper

March Slice of Life No. 13. I watch the jet bridge for Gate A28 move slowly like a giant arm toward us, latching onto our plane. The seat belt sign blinks off with a ding. Buckle clicks in rapid fire follow. In a single automatic move — quick and sweeping...
Bookending My Days

Bookending My Days

#SOL16. No.31. SUNRISE                                                                                    SUNSET . . . the bookends of my days . . . Watching the sun rise and set from a window in the sky is a normal routine in my life. You see, I travel thousands of...
Once You Have Tasted

Once You Have Tasted

#SOL16. No.30. “When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” Leonardo da Vinci Da Vinci’s words seemed to leap from the page of one of those...
Sentinel of My Home

Sentinel of My Home

#SOL16. No.16. Some call me a frequent flyer. Others call me a road warrior. American Airlines says I’m Executive Platinum. All I know is that I spend a lot of time in airports and airplanes, traveling to work with schools across the country. The records show...
I heard his chirp . . .

I heard his chirp . . .

#SOL16. No.11. I heard his chirp–a tiny, hopeful chirp. Then I saw him, perched on the railing next to my table. Plain brown, no fancy plumage. He cocked his head, this way and that, stretched out his neck, ruffled his feathers, and chirped again. Brave little...