pilot | pilot
Jan.23.2012
Sometime last April, months before Velva Jean Learns to Fly was published, I received an email from a woman named Linda Newby, a travel agent in Anaheim, California, telling me how much she loved the book. Through a good friend with ties to Penguin, Linda had come across an advanced reading copy...
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Oct.04.2011
Life is tough for women in Afghanistan. The lack of childcare may seem like a trivial matter until you consider the need of one mother. Without child care options she has to fly dangerous supply missions to remote areas and disaster zones in a military helicopter – her 5-year-old daughter alongside...
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Oct.03.2011
"The Force of Adventure that He Soared”
He helped in his family’s company by day, and was a commercial pilot and instructor by night and week-ends.
He was ambitious.
He hardly found time for leisure or pleasure, and then again, ‘the force was the adventure that he soared!'
He eventually...
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Feb.22.2011
It's been ages since I've checked in...just finished writing a pilot for a 1-hr dramatic series, been working on it for a year...now begins the process of selling...wish me luck.
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Aug.15.2010
Spiritual blindness and sluggishnessThe virtue of faith, perfected by the gift of understanding, is the clear eye of a pilot spotting a landing field in the dusk, a landing field to which the heart rushes on the wings of hope. Blindness of the pilot means the end of hope and the crash of the flight...
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Mar.06.2009
"The Flight of The XS-1"
The year was 1947 and the introduction to supersonic flight. Her configuration was like nothing ever built before. She was sleek, slightly plump in the middle but overall, an orange and silver dream for the test pilot. The commissioned rocket plane was truly...
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Nov.19.2008
Gary checks into the hospital that night. His room is on the neurology floor, a dimly lit hall with patient rooms on either side
It is odd to spend New Year's Eve in a hospital. People are out there getting drunk, making passes, dancing to loud music till blisters form on their feet, eating too...
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Oct.16.2008
Our friendship is six months new. Gary, an airline captain, lives in Greenwich, Connecticut, on the New York border. On his layovers, he explores whatever city his flight schedule has sent him. In June during my lunchtime walk in Boston, he introduced himself. I had meandered through the streets of...
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