Apologies Accepted

    My airplane seat is sandwiched beside a huge man who is evidently aware of his mass- his folded arms rest high across his chest to make room. He keeps to himself. On my other side, is a somber-looking man wearing a bulky winter jacket. After we buckle in, … Continue Reading Apologies Accepted

Apologies Accepted

Half a dozen robust men wait at the gate to board the flight from Rome to New York City. My husband, Todd, scrutinizes them all with dread. “I know I’m going to have to sit next to one of them,” he worries, thinking ahead to the potentially miserable nine-hour flight. … Continue Reading Apologies Accepted