I wonder what it’s like to be a dog in Miami. In the evenings, I often walk along Biscayne Bay, where the park sits between tall condos and the water, and it feels as if half the city’s dogs have been brought there to greet the sunset. The air is warm but not heavy, upper… Read more: It a Dogs Life in Miami

If there’s one thing everyone in my family knows about my mother, it’s that her favorite color is red.Not just a little red here and there. Red furniture, red decorations, red flowers, red kitchen stools, and even a red coffee maker. If you’re buying Mom a gift and can’t decide between colors, there’s a pretty… Read more: Red is Her Favorite Color

As an airline pilot, I have spent much of my adult life traveling the world. I have crossed oceans, visited countless cities, and experienced cultures far removed from the one in which I was raised. Yet of all the places my travels have taken me, there is one part of the world that continues to… Read more: In a World That Feels Gray, Latin America is Where the Color Lives

The poem portrays a pilot’s journey through changing skies, from amber sunsets and restless clouds to moonlit calm. Soaring above the sleeping world, the pilot carries travelers toward countless stories and destinations. As the earth rises to meet the aircraft, the journey ends, leaving the pilot dreaming of clouds and unexplored horizons.

There was a time when aviation was still young, when airplanes were fragile machines of wood, fabric, and wire, and when the people who flew them were regarded with equal measures of admiration and disbelief. Flying itself was an extraordinary accomplishment. Yet for a remarkable group of men and women in the 1920s, simply remaining… Read more: Into The Sky: The Life of Gladys Roy