All posts tagged: #flying

Held

In February I felt safe. I woke up early one morning, got a soy latte with a mangled Starbucks version of my name on it, and boarded a plane. I was deliciously alone, playing hooky from my 3 kids, on my way to a Girls Weekend with my mom and sister in San Francisco. I leaned back smiling, looked out the window, and felt deeply content. And because I can’t leave well enough alone, I tried to figure out why. I let a fear montage of 9/11 and “Air Force One” clips go through my mind.  I countered with some clips from “Airplane!” I thought of my poor husband and frantic kids trying to find shoes and library books before school. I remembered I would be back reporting for duty soon enough. I was flying.  At O’Hare I walked down a tunnel, sat down, put on a fat seatbelt, and then climbed into the sky.  I was being held in the air, above the clouds.  Past where the birds go.  Thousands of feet above houses and cars, above marriages and parking tickets.  Prairie farmlands …