20-Year-Old Me Meets 40-Year-Old Me
By Amy Vansant, Thursday, December 1, 2011, 2 commentsI look at the woman sitting in my aisle of the plane. She is young. She is familiar. My god, she’s ravishing.
“Wait, are you...?
She nods. “Yep. I’m you, 20 years younger. Surprise!”
I gasp and flop down in the seat beside her. Okay, maybe she isn’t ravishing, but she’s 20 years younger than me, and that is about as ravishing as I ever was.
You Can't Go Home (To Economy) Again
By Amy Vansant, Wednesday, June 1, 2011I blame AirTran.
My husband, Mike, and I booked tickets for a vacation through AirTran. It seemed like a harmless thing to do at the time. When we checked in online later, a window popped up asking if we’d like to upgrade to business class for $39.
“Say yes!” urged my husband.
“But, why?” I asked. I didn’t see the point of spending extra money just so we could be the first people to hit the side of the mountain.
“Come on... it’s vacation!”
If I Had Super Powers
By Amy Vansant, Tuesday, March 1, 2011, 3 commentsI spent a large part of my young life waiting for my super powers to manifest. I knew I was supposed to have them, and I was more than annoyed it was taking so long for them to appear. I couldn’t fly. I wasn’t unusually strong. A few times a year I would stare at a pencil and will it to roll toward me, just to check if my power might be telekinesis.
It wasn’t.













