Tongue-Twistered
pics compliment of google/Don Farrall-Getty Images Caught in the eye of a storm. A crowded business event. With my pants down. (Not literally.) Droves of people swirl around me. I’m met by a warm smile. I recognize the face, but still sputter,…
Blue Book Glam (formerly named Broken Down Glam)
How not to take care of out of town guests. Dressed in black tie best, my girlfriend sat in the back seat with her husband beaming in a brand new dress. The Red Baron steered our vintage black sedan (we affectionally call…
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 Bus Glam II
Mid-stride in my lifelong pursuit of becoming a stronger communicator, I’d figured I would share how l’ve learned to respond to the “top ten things not to say to a pilot/corporate spouse riding in the back of a plane”. Before I had…
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…
Keep your sunny side up!
We were sitting at a funky Japanese restaurant sharing an order of edamame, when my friend looked across the table and said, “What’s spatial disorientation?” I nearly choked on my steamed pea pod. Somewhere in between did you enjoy Adele’s concert in…
Meet me at Mt. Rui-interrupted…
“Are you Tana?” A very enthusiastic friend asked me over coffee this past week. “What?” I said kind of taken off guard. “Is the character you have been talking about on your blog based on you?” She asked. Simple enough question I…