Why did I write it?

I was asked recently why I wrote this memoir, so I thought I'd try to answer that in this week's blog post.

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...