I remember only two things from the first time I rode in an airplane. One: my mom took two dramamine that knocked her out, a precaution so her eardrums wouldn't pop. And two:... read more
I was 42 when the American Airlines aircraft I'd boarded in Chicago was set to explode in midair.
Beneath me, in the baggage hold, was a live bomb shipped by Theodore Kaczynski, a.k.a. the... read more
You book your own flights. You don’t have a fancy assistant who does these sorts of things. You are scheduled to read your poetry at a conference in Montreal in April. You are... read more
