It’s perfectly ok for me to use the word “stewardess,” as opposed to “flight attendant,” because over two decades ago, “stewardess” was perfectly politically correct.

I had spent the weekend in Vegas to celebrate my boyfriend’s completion of his master’s program at UNLV.  I was gearing up to start law school in Los Angeles and Jamie was beginning his career in the casino industry.

We fell madly in love and dated in college – I was a little sis to his fraternity, his younger sisters pledged my sorority.  We were “dropped,” then “pinned,”
(with the requisite candlelight ceremonies in the chapter room and the Continue reading →