Revisiting an article from long ago, about a flying trip to Cedar Key and a flying airboat ride we’ll never forget.
A brief paean to pioneering aviatrixes
In which a highly cussed young Anna shoots up a comrade’s truck tires to “convince” him to help her start her U-2 and fly out of danger.
I never thought I’d see Moscow again, although I dreamed of it for fourteen years. I boarded a teeming Aeroflot flight in late summer 2005, as Katrina’s receding waters revealed, inch by inch, the erasure of New Orleans as I once knew it. Mourning for that blighted, intoxicating city, I rushed towards another place I…
A young Soviet combat airwoman’s diary of WWII
Excerpts from a young Russian airwoman’s memoir of WWII
A Soviet combat airwoman recalls the first weeks of WWII
You don’t always realize it right away when the wind swings around on you. A number of life’s big changes are wind shears–sudden and sometimes catastrophic. But more often, it seems to me, your journey shifts imperceptibly, a strengthening crosswind gradually changing your course. My first Women in Aviation, International conference, a gathering of thousands of…