The Return of Ren (Sequel Post #2)
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New Beginnings (Sequel Post #1)
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Reaching Your Dreams
This is a
repost from Karlene Petitt's blog, "Flight to Success." Karlene is a Boeing 777 pilot for an international airline and author of six books.
Flying AloneReaching Your Dreams
I came across a memoir, Flying alone, and had such a fun time reading it! I highly recommend this book for anyone
After reading Beth's
This book shows the integrity, determination, and the humanness of woman in aviation in pursuit of her dreams. She learns the lessons that her instructor boyfriend never could teach her, about confidence. For anyone in a dysfunctional relationship, this book is also for you, and hopefully you can find your strength before it's too late.
Beth's challenges were many. So much so, that most would have given up before they began. She achieved her success, and then her dreams
Ready For Takeoff
Thank you, Captain Nolly, for the opportunity to be on your podcast!
“Flying Alone” Reviewed on Bookapotamous
Flying Alone: A Memoir by Beth Ruggiero York~ BOOKAPOTAMUS
Flying Alone was something I knew I had to read. I know several people who suffer from Multiple Sclerosis. Including my most best friend since I was seven years old.
She’s brave, and courageous, and pretty darn awesome. And most of the time – she “seems fine.” I think that’s the biggest misunderstanding of MS. It’s for the most part, fairly invisible to others. The pain and fatigue isn’t always obvious. The symptoms and flareups present differently for every person. It’s very unpredictable. Most of the time if she doesn’t tell me something is bothering her – I have no idea.
I went into this thinking, “This will help me understand what she’s been going through all this time. I’ll be able to relate more. I will learn from this book.”
This is what I learned:
I learned that the rigorous training and flight hours and steps one must go through to become a pilot is INSANE. And as someone who flies – I am very thankful for it!
That those fun “”Will you marry me?’ banners and advertisements that fly over the beach in the summer are SO very dangerous to tow and I have MAD respect for the pilots that do so.
That you NEVER EVER want to run out of gas while flying in an airplane.
And I learned that Beth Ruggiero York is a bad ass. She’s braved a lot of incredible things in her life. Including, but definitely not limited to: intense pilot training with some very scary emergencies, sexism, crappy boyfriends, difficult job situations, a car accident, and so much more. But it has shaped her, and molded her and she came out on the other side to tell her story.
You notice I didn’t mention MS. In fact – I didn’t learn anything about the disease. Because it didn’t shape OR mold her.
That DESPITE having an MS diagnosis, Beth thrived. She didn’t quit. That it doesn’t define her.
I learned that the best way to understand my friend and what she goes though – is to just be there for her. To understand her. That she’s an amazing friend and an animal lover and an incredible painter who just happens to have MS.
She can tell me “I’m not fine.” and I can understand that she just needs a friend.
Thanks so much to FSB Associates for sending me this uplifting and fascinating memoir!
Flying Alone: A Memoir is available now! You can get it here.
- Paperback: 244 pages
- Publisher: Beth Ruggiero York
- Language: English</
Book Launch Day—It’s Official!
I would like to introduce you to one of my heroes, or rather, heroines, Ann Baumgartner Carl, an extraordinary woman–and aviatrix–for her time and for all time. She was the first American woman to fly a jet! But let’s go back to the beginnings…
Imagine you are a young girl in grade school around 1930, and one day a woman named Amelia Earhart comes to your school to talk about her career. You
Two new interviews released this week!
Read the interview at Next Act for Women.
Listen to the podcast at Talking Flight with Mike Swanigan
I'll be in southern France for two weeks starting October 8th teaching a photography workshop but will be in constant contact as other media events happen
Wow! More 5-star reviews of Flying Alone
An excerpt - Posting Bail
Why did I write it?
Growing up, I always had books on my mind and always knew I wanted to write one, or maybe many, but writing Flying Alone was more spontaneous than planned. It was as though, unbeknownst to me, a seed was planted when I took my first flying lesson on December 26, 1984, and it germinated and grew like a weed for the next six years. There were branches and offshoots and, while some pieces withered and died, it developed into a full-sized tree over the years.
When my flying career ended in 1990, I think I was still in shock from the combination...
Interview with Dave Costa of the Renegade AV8R Radio Show
A Heroine for All Women - Ann Baumgartner Carl
Today I would like to introduce you to one of my heroes, or rather, heroines, Ann Baumgartner Carl, an extraordinary woman--and aviatrix--for her time and for all time. She was the first American woman to fly a jet! But let's go back to the beginnings...
Imagine you are a young girl in grade school around 1930, and one day a woman named Amelia Earhart comes to your school to...
Birth of a Book — The Life and Times of “Flying Alone”
When I first wrote the book, it was right after my aviation career had come to an abrupt end (more on that later). I put my heart and soul into recording all that had happened during those years. As I laid it all out, I realized how remarkable the ride had been in all manner of speaking.
I wrote and wrote, and when I was finished, I put the paper manuscript in a box where it still is today. There were other things going on in my life that took up my...
The Captain’s Secretary
It was late winter in 1990. We arrived in St. Louis after the last flight of the third day of a four-day trip crisscrossing the United States. I was standing outside the cockpit with the captain and co-pilot saying goodbye to the deplaning passengers (yes, that was the protocol for airline pilots back then). Toward the end of the line, an elderly lady with bluish-gray hair smiled at us as she approached.
She stopped in front of the head flight attendant and, pointing at me, said, "I didn't know the captain had a secretary!"
I challenge you—
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Cockpit Porn -- A True Story
I was second officer, aka flight engineer, aka third person in the cockpit of a Boeing 727. I was also the only woman in the cockpit, which had not been an issue thus far in my new job as an airline pilot....
The Backstories (1) — Why Fly?
Don't get me wrong. I loved what I studied, but the only way to get a job using it back then (besides working in a firecracker factory) was to get a law degree or a masters in business and then hope for an opportunity. Or, I could go back to Taiwan where I’d...
Flying in the Fog (Part 2)
The right engine had cut out. I abandoned the radio and went through the memorized engine failure emergency checklist, finally pulling the throttle to idle and feathering the prop.
“Boston Center, Six-Seven-Delta, do you read?”
“Roger, Six-Seven-Delta,” the controller responded. “Please confirm your status.”
“I’m on the missed approach from Runway Seven at Provincetown and have an engine out in the climb. I repeat, engine out.”
“Roger, Six-Seven-Delta. Are you able to climb?”
“Barely,” I answered. “I’ll continue the climb as much as I can, but I’ll need to intercept the approach to Runway Seven as soon as possible.”
We had to land at Provincetown, there was no other option. The plane was climbing at less than fifty feet per minute.
“We’ll be there soon,...
Flying in the Fog (Part 1)
“Jackie,” she said. Her response took me off guard.
I said nothing more and helped her out of the small twin-engine prop plane now parked on the tarmac at Martha’s Vineyard Airport. She wore the signature kerchief over her head and dark sunglasses.
Our flights were becoming almost regular. Every week or two, I picked Mrs. Kennedy up at LaGuardia Airport in New York and flew her to the Vineyard, or occasionally Fisher’s Island. It felt as though I was flying royalty, a far cry from the freight I’d been...
Flying broken airplanes...
Back on the taxiway again, I shook my head...