It never fails. As soon as I mention that my husband is a pilot, one of several typical responses/questions will immediately follow. It’s truly not the asker’s fault, as there is no way for them to have an insider scoop unless they are, well,
I just read an article by happenstance that made me cringe. No, more than that…it made me angry! The article entitled ‘Men Prefer Debt-Free Virgins Without Tattoos” (seriously, I should have known to just stop reading right then and there, but alas…), spends an exhausting
He packs his crew bag, kisses you, his beautiful wife, goodbye and heads out for another long stint of excitement and adventure…by which, of course, I mean long hours, greasy fast food, ungrateful strangers, and lonely hotel rooms. Meanwhile, back at the ol’ home
We all know how completely and utterly useless fathers are. They simply cannot be trusted to take care of the kids. Period. They feed them junk food, let them break the rules, and probably don’t even know which end the diaper goes on. And aviation dads?
There’s no doubt that you have all already heard about the crazy events that transpired surrounding flight 1380 yesterday. I will skip the terrifying details because you can read them on a million different other sites already. What I want to focus on instead
If you are married to aviation…errr…I mean someone in aviation (is there a difference?) you know that it definitely affects many every aspect of your daily lifestyle. From where you live (about a zillion miles from anyone you actually know) to your newfound ability