when home is not the same

by | Oct 21, 2013 | 31 Days

I walked down the arrivals corridor, shoulder muscles screaming for sleep after thirty hours of transatlantic travel.  My aching, swollen feet had frequented this drab stretch of carpet numerous times in the eight years leading up to this occasion, but this time was...

heading home

by | Oct 3, 2013 | 31 Days

I settled down into seat 34G, disappointed that I didn’t get the aisle. Well, I guess it was to be expected, considering I had only booked my flights from South Africa to the United States that same morning. The 50-something woman who had scored the aisle seat next to...