As We Go Along

Have you ever loved something so hard that you were afraid that it might break? Afraid that you might lose it? I’m not talking about the obvious fear of losing the people we love, I’m talking about a true panic feeling that sets into a state of borderline paranoia. I have heard two mothers over the past two weekends share their intense fear for flying after they had children. I didn’t quite understand this until I was thinking about my husband on my flight home from Denver yesterday. Rarely do I really write about my husband because I like to protect our bubble. A lot of people ask me why I travel alone so often. The answer is pretty simple: I...