Last fortnight in the desert
The prickly pear outside of my office. Uprooting this as a souvenir would be poor form, right? 14 days. 336 hours. 20,160 …
Life in the sky: Hiding from the TSA, watching grumpy passengers, and keeping perspective
Yesterday I spent 7.5 hours at Midway Airport in Chicago. The length of a business day. The amount of time it takes …
Over the focus group hump
After whining about Easter at 36,000 feet, someone recently inquired as to why I fly so much. Aside from traveling back and …
Easter at 36,000 feet
Peep sushi from Mikuni in Sacramento! Another day, another plane (or three), and I find myself in the Windy City. On Easter. …
Back in the sky and hijacked by emotions
View from my room near LAX. I wondered why it felt like I sleeping on the tarmac. I was fine until beverage …
Southwest Flight 812: Final reflections and photos
Seven days ago right about now, I was headed to the airport to board Southwest Flight 812. What a difference a week …
Managing media: A shout-out to speech communication and drama teachers everywhere
I smiled like a Cheshire cat walking into the terminal after the continuation of Southwest Flight 812, service to Sacramento. After surviving …
Southwest Flight 812: Confessions
In light of recent media and Twitter attention, I feel compelled to confess a few things: 1. I am not a social …
Southwest Flight 812: I prefer my plane without a sunroof, thanks
An explosion. A loud rush of air. A nosedive toward the ground. An oxygen mask? I had not anticipated a change in cabin …
The Malvinis take Manhattan (and parts of Brooklyn and the Bronx, too)
I lead a charmed life, one filled with riveting academic articles to read like “Chemosensory Cues to Conspecific Emotional Stress Activate Amygdala …