The passengers just had to remove their stilleto heels–and our ties–(such odd requirements) for an emergency landing in Saskatoon after the plane lost one of its flaps. The runway was too short and the plane circled for a long time trying to figure out what to do and to get all the emergency vehicles in place. One possibility was that we might leave the runway. I wrote a last letter to my kids so they’d know I was thinking of them and the new baby. The crew said they would say, “Brace for impact! Brace for impact!” before we hit, but in the end, it was a very smooth and normal landing. I didn’t think it would end for me on a plane in Saskatoon full of hunters, and then it didn’t.
I’m reading at D’Lish Café at 7:30 if y’all want to come out and celebrate being alive with me.