HeyJaredThe Crosswind Chronicles
The Crosswind Chronicles is a newsletter about flying planes, raising kids, and trying not to stall in either, along with stories and short fiction pulled from the same chaos.
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Course Correction (opens the original)
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✈️ The Crosswind Chronicles Navigating life’s gusts, on and off the flight deck.The airplane is never exactly where you left it. A knot of crosswind moves the nose, an updraft lifts a wing, the speed bleeds a little, and the localizer starts sliding while your attention is somewhere else.So you correct. A little bank, a touch of power, maybe another correction ten seconds later because the first one was too much. You do it so often that eventually you stop thinking of it as something going wrong
Almost Home (opens the original)
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Daniel first noticed the cat on a Tuesday morning. Pepper wound between his ankles while he made coffee, complaining because breakfast was apparently four minutes late, and the white patch near the tip of her black tail caught his attention. He could have sworn the white belonged closer to the base, but when he mentioned it, Mara laughed and asked how a man could live with a cat for six years without knowing what she looked like. Daniel laughed with her because the alternative was admitting how
2:13 A.M. (opens the original)
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The baby monitor woke me at 2:13, although our daughter wasn’t crying. Static crawled across the screen before the picture returned to a nursery that looked almost like hers, except the walls were faded yellow and thin curtains hung over a window we didn’t have.She was asleep in the crib. I watched her roll onto her side and tuck one hand beneath her cheek, then heard the mattress creak down the hall.I found my daughter sleeping exactly that way. Her walls were white and her window bare, but whe
The Family Clown (opens the original)
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There is a playset in my backyard now, although calling it a playset feels a little dishonest. A playset is something you buy, put together on a Saturday morning, and spend the afternoon watching your kids enjoy. This thing arrived as several thousand pieces of lumber, hardware, and tiny bags of screws that made me wonder whether I had accidentally ordered a small subdivision.It took my cousin and me three days to build it. Somewhere around twenty-five hours of work, most of it in Texas heat tha
The Last Good Day (opens the original)
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