I’m on a plane leaving Las Vegas, praying for my life. Flying, though I love reaching my destination, is not my favorite hobby. The captain has already warned us while safely on the tarmac that this is going to be a bumpy ride and to hold tight as we try to ascend past the roller-coaster he’s about to take us on.
de-plane I can’t see my babies. I have promised them mama’s coming home tonight, I’ve been gone all week. I close my eyes, picture them dog-piling me on the living room floor when they get home this evening. They are the only reason I remain seated. I can’t wait to see them!
calm down when we’ve reached cruising altitude and I’m halfway through my vodka-cran. When I drain it, I causally look around, like I’ve been totally cool all along and these fools are crazy if they thought otherwise. I pull out my laptop and begin working away as if there are more important things in the
world than begging God to spare your life.
double-decker tourist bus has hit me sideways on a 113 degree day. It was a long long week, and I’m relived the air has smoothed out, and my nerves have subsided enough for me to focus on my
my control and in your hands…
plane and set it down gently at our destination… Dear God have your angles
carry this plane and set it down gently at our destination…. Dear