Here in Lesotho, my mom is visiting and she’s spending the morning flying with me, something we’ve only had a handful of opportunities to do
“Daddy, tomorrow I’m going to the hangar with you. We are going to go fly your airplane, eat our lunch in the mountains, and
It’s a small personal victory, hoisting the windsock pole over Matekane’s western end with a new windsock proudly unfolding into the brisk winter wind. The
A bead of sweat drips from my forehead onto the screen of my mountain bike’s GPS, obscuring my view of the altitude read out. It’s
The game is very simple: fly over Merrill’s house undetected. Practically, that means before she can get to the radio saying she’s spotted me. If
Sebongile and Neheng are two of my favorite people. The best of friends with a lot common, they are the same age and go to
On approach at Methaleneng, one of our most wind-sensitive airstrips, I’m at the “abort point.” This is the point of no return for me. If
The patient doesn’t make a sound as a nurse and I position her on the floor of a Cessna 206. I am amazed at her
Just when I’m getting the hang of my role as MAF Lesotho’s interim country program manager (PM), I get a curve ball that’s got me
