My mother waiting for the streetcar to pass by

What Traveling With My Parents Taught Me

The evening we were supposed to fly out to New Orleans turned out to be a stormy one. But — my experience taking off in a blizzard some years ago gave me the falsehood that we would be alright.

The early evening flight ended up being canceled — cruelly dashing my hopes that after weeks of preparation — we would be treated to smooth sailing from beginning to end.