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 I've been diagnosed with an incurable illness. Because that's how people [...]

An Ode to Pilot Wife Moms

Some #thepilotwifelife days are just like that. Yeah, I have them too. You know, where nothing seems to go right, No matter what you do? There's red marker on his pilot shirt; The dishes are stacked ceiling high; Stepping on Legos really hurts! "Don't lasso the dog with daddy's tie!" She unintentionally broke grandma's antique plate; I [...]

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 you laid out our general beliefs, tastes, affiliations, religions, political preferences, [...]