Journal

Finding Nowhere

The sky was scrubbed clean and smelled like I had just ripped the wrapper off a new bar of ivory soap. The sun’s stare made it sparkle and the light rained down everywhere around us, we were soaking in light. Singing in the sun shower to wash off the week.  It was a wild day. […]

2013… Thinking on

When people ask me what I do, I reply, “I’m a Barnstormer.”  When they give me the curious look that says, “huh?” I simplify it by saying, “I’m a pilot.” The response I hear most often is, “Oh, I hate to fly.”  Those words, “I hate to fly,” have stuck in my head for years […]

The List

I had something to tell you today, or was it yesterday?  I started a list, of all the things we’ve seen in the air.  All the things I wanted to say.  I had the perfect flight, you remember, the same one we took that night.  The one when the skies were so soft and pink and […]

Three little boys

Three little boys in a basement, pound pound pound.  Splinted hands sawhorsing hand-made dreams of their champion’s wings. Playing games with grandfathered tools, tiny fingers tippy-tapping nail heads.  Making magical airships they will someday fly out to sea.  These adventurers three, grow up to be… Three young men in a campsite, pound pound pound.  Splinting […]

Dudley Steele Thanks, giving…

I am thankful for the sweet sleepy yawn of a radial engine as it wakes. Slowly stretching pistons,  inhale, hmnmmmm, exhale, ahhhhhhh,  lope, lope, lope lope, lope. Pause. lope, lope, lope, lope. Repeat. lope, lope, lope lope, lope. Pause. lope, lope, lope, lope. Slowly, rumble clicking, waking, pacing, pulsing, heart beating, odd then even. Beautiful morning […]

Bullies

Bullies are cowards, fearmonger’s, kicking coworkers with cement word boots in the hallway, and then hiding behind HR’s back.  They pound with puppet fists from the safety of their desktops and keyboards,  secretly sheltering tin hearts within the paper veneer barricades of chain of command.  Bullies sing a song of me, me, me, drowning out […]

My Home

Home felt like mittens and being wrapped up in sweaters.  It smelled like pot roast and dryer sheets, was lit up with candles, and only missing one thing –  , I’ve worked for years to become the person I wanted to be.  Someone really deeply connected with people who love me back. I don’t know […]

Solla Sollew

No way, no deal, no call, no interest, no sale, no sponsor, no money.  No money, no check, no artist, no answers, no comic, no thank you, no chance you would believe in me? NO. You wanna do what, that’s crazy you can’t do that?  Sarah you should dumb down, Sarah you should grow up.  […]

Almost Home

7,277 nautical miles flown. 1,466 gallons of fuel burned. 4,187 minutes in the air. 149 days with my plane.  Why?  Why do I do this, not just once, but summer after summer.  What am I looking for? Pilot’s say to me, “you’re living the dream,” but what is that? The dream, and where is that […]

McKinney

Fog smells hard, like river rocks you pick up and breathe in their mineral scent before they dry. Fog tastes like gray sugar-free flourless sponge cake, flavorless. Fog feels like leaches, slippery cold wet, sucking painlessly on your skin, making you uncomfortable.  Fog looks like titanium white with a hair of cerulean blue, blended with […]