Mona picked up her boarding pass from the check-in kiosk, grabbed the handle on her green rolling duffle bag, and strode across the airy San Diego terminal. She admired the light, the way the terminal felt less institutional for it. At the entrance to the security check area, an airport employee asked to see her ticket.
“Go to your left,” the woman said to Mona. “You qualify for the pre-check line.”
Mona then noticed the “TSA PRECHK” printed on the upper left of her boarding pass, right below, “Mona C Clayburgh.” This meant she wouldn’t have to take off her shoes or pull her laptop out of her bag or even take her Ziploc of toiletries out of the duffle. She felt this was a good omen, an improvement in a morning that had not gone very smoothly.
She and Darrell had argued. He was angry with her for agreeing to speak at a conference in Boston that would take her away over their anniversary. She honestly hadn’t noticed that their anniversary fell between her departure and return dates when she made her arrangements. >Read More Here…
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Kathleen Cassen Mickelson loves writing all kinds of things except bios. Since they’re required most of the time, she has a standard bio that tells everyone she has actual credentials (B.A., English, University of Minnesota; M.F.A., creative nonfiction, Hamline University; editor at Every Day Poets; blogger at One Minnesota Writer), but it’s more fun to talk about how she thought she was going to write from the moment she read Trixie Belden mysteries in the back seat of her dad’s car while they drove across country on summer vacations when she was a kid. Actually, that’s a lie. Kathleen wanted to solve the mysteries. That has evolved into a television cop show addiction, fed with reruns of Miami Vice, current episodes of Law and Order, and Dirty Harry marathons on Saturday afternoons. She also has a photography addiction that she feeds on her Tumblr photo blog. That addiction is her mother’s fault.