There’s No Hotel Like Home

I spent the last four days at a hotel about 10 miles from my house. I was in Seattle, at the lovely Grand Hyatt hotel for the annual conference of the Association of Healthcare Journalists. Because Husband and I decided several years ago to become a one car family (she said with a hint of…

Fear of Flying

When I was a little girl, we used to fly pretty regularly from San Jose to Los Angeles. We flew on PSA, the airline with stewardesses (that’s what they were called then) in fuchsia and orange hot pants and microminis and funny hats. The planes had smiles and noses painted on the front of them….