Fierce Love
You are beautiful, family.
The BIG Announcement
When I started this site on October 21, 2016, I honestly had no idea where this was going to lead. I simply knew that there was a community of negativity surrounding my fellow aviation families and that it wasn’t doing our personal or marital
Learning to F.L.Y.
One of the key concepts that I try to impress upon my pilots’ wives is that it is essential for you to learn to F.L.Y.–to first love yourself–if you are going to be married to a traveling man. If you haven’t read this piece
Dear Aviation Husband, Five Things I Need From You
Dear Aviation Husband, First and foremost, I want you to know something infinitely important–something which I know I do not tell you nearly enough–I am so very proud of you. When I see you button up that crisp white shirt, slip on your epaulettes,
Unapologetically
Hey lady, you suck at being a wife and mom. Yeah, you. You are a terrible mom. You should be ashamed of yourself as a human being. CPS should take your kids from you. Your husband should divorce you. I hope you die. You don’t deserve kids. You
Incurable Disease
“Hello. My name is Angelia. I am a pilot’s wife.” Sometimes when I announce that particular life fact, it feels like I’m revealing some deep, dark secret to a sympathetic support group beneath the cold, unfeeling fluorescents of some damp basement room. Or like
Let’s Choose Love
I know this woman. She should hate me, and I should hate her too. By all conceivable, current-day, self-gratifying logic, she and I have every rational reason and personal right to downright loathe one another. But we don’t. In fact, we are friends. If
Perfect Chaos
Can I tell you a frank secret? Because you are, after all, my people… I got up this morning and he was gone. I reached for him, but he wasn’t there, and my heart did a sad little flip. Sooooo I checked my messages
Welcome Aboard: Beauty From Ashes
Here’s something I never, ever, ever (times infinity) imagined myself saying: To all the brand new members of our #thepilotwifelife aviation family, numbers 601 through 11,145, welcome aboard! Just…wow. I am so glad you are here! To say that I am humbled beyond measure would
The A.R.T. of Love
Love. You can’t see it, touch it, hear it, taste it. It’s elusive and invisible. It comes out of nowhere and dissipates like mist in the wind, leaving us reeling in its wake. It is nowhere to be seen, yet it is everywhere to
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