What is the craziest thing that has ever happened to you on a flight? This is the NUMBER ONE thing I’m asked when people find out I’m a flight attendant. It’s a natural thing to wonder. This is a life
I love quarantine. No, I’m not kidding. I’ve been enjoying my time off in quarantine so much that I requested to take another month of voluntary leave for August. I figured I may as well “round out the Summer,” enjoy
Do Flight Attendants get homesick? A lot of flight attendants talk about how this job has made them appreciate home. How living this crazy life in airports and hotels and different time zones makes them crave and savour the little
Father’s Day is just around the corner! Mother’s Day and Fathers’ Day are my favorite Hallmark holidays. I feel so lucky to have landed with the parents I have, and I love this extra day to tell them that. I also
I rarely gripe about my job because it’s kind of the best thing ever, but often people ask about my worst stories, my pet peeves, the worst thing someone could do on a plane. The simple answer is it’s different
Not only is the coronavirus devastating lives, families and industry, but it caused a black hole of an existential come-to-Jesus moment for me last week after some unexpected work news. Read on, but be warned: There is some serious vulnerability
Recently I had one of the most quintessential flight attendant days. It was like something out of a movie—a comedy, where the protagonist (me) can’t catch a break and finds herself encountering one obstacle after another in an almost too-much
month ago I packed my bags and left for Mexico. With an apartment booked until February there, and none here in Boston, my primary residence for the time being is Calle Salvatierra, CDMX. I’ve been back in Boston, working on
Okay, truthfully it’s a short term move. I was feeling restless and needed a change. And while I looked at places in San Diego and Chicago, I ultimately decided I wasn’t thinking big enough. At the end of October I’ll
The force of the hangover I woke up with slapped me in the face. It was my fifth day in Munich, which by my calculations is exactly two nights too many to be spent at Oktoberfest. Everything would have been