A flight of imagination
I have a complicated relationship with airplanes. I was once headed to NYC for a work trip and had an awful asthma attack. I was gasping for air and couldn’t speak, so the woman next to me sought help from a flight attendant. “Ice,” I mouthed to her, knowing it helps soothe my throat. People around me were understandably concerned. I was mortified. It happened another time as I flew solo to Louisville to teach an improv workshop. My seatmate, who was a college student on her
