Red Rocks Glam
pic compliments of VIP Tickets Train. Not the Eurostar, Amtrak or even Chicago’s “EL.” The perpetually evolving pop/rock band know for it’s R&B flair intertwined with heavy percussion. The amber sun set over the sand stone peaks providing a magical backdrop as…
Flag Ship Glam
T-minus twenty minutes from departure. The air is sweltering. Hot and dry. Tarmac even hotter. Over a hundred degrees registers on the ramp at Tulsa’s Riverside Airport. We stand still. Soles of our feet steaming. No sudden movements. Sweat and wait…
Prehistoric Glam
picture courtesy of Google A polite response to cave dwellers who still treat flying blonds as a special needs group: You’re grossly underutilizing valuable resources. E.L. Chappel author of Risk/Spirit Dance Laughing all the way up to 41,000 feet aka The Glamorous…
Here’s to a hundred years!
To all the women who have had the courage to design them, build them, fuel them, track them, fix them, and fly them, congratulations! A hundred years of perseverance has sure paid off. You’re quiet contributions are unmeasured. For more…
Career Glam
Suck, press, bang, blow. A turbine engine in the flesh. This past Monday, I judged at the Careertech 2012 State Conference. All over Oklahoma, students were competing in their career fields–carpentry, cosmetology, electronics, plumbing, and culinary. (Just to name a few.) A…
Personal Minimums
Timing is everything. I mean, do you ever notice that just when you’re dangling by a thread, nerves completely shot, certain that there’s no possible end to the high speed sprint required just to get through the list for the day, someone…
Back of the (air) Bus Glam
When I gave up driving in the front (my lifelong career as a corporate pilot) for riding in the back (now I’m most commonly referred to as the “Red Baron’s wife”–different, but not awful; I’ve always kind of felt a kinship with…