Flying to me is freedom — to go where you want, when you want, and experience the world as few others get to see it. Today, after more than 40 years of flying both privately and commercially, I’m still wondering why we don’t have more women interested in spreading their wings.
I started learning to fly at age 19 when a friend encouraged me to take a lesson at Gnoss Field, the airport near my hometown of Novato. I took an introductory flight, actually got to control the Piper Cherokee 140 with my own hands as the instructor sat beside me, and was hooked. I was soon working for the airport as a scheduler, dispatcher, and accounting secretary. After nine years, I’d accumulated enough experience to qualify as a pilot for the commercial airlines, which were finally hiring after a long dry spell.
In 1977, I was one of the first women to fly for Continental Airlines, and my career took off. I flew 727s and DC-10s and then spent 26 years as a captain of MD-80s, 757s, and 767s. I flew domestic and international routes, from LAX to Houston to Guam to Tokyo to beyond, and even wrote about my passion in a book called Flight Guide for Success. I retired after 36 years and now fly my own 1975 Beech Baron for fun and transportation.