Michelee Cabot

Author, Adventurer & Pilot

About Michelee

Born a Texan to a career Air Force officer and very Southern mother, Michelee spent her impressionable early years all around the world, on a path that brought her to a first marriage at twenty-one. Two children later, with useful time served volunteering at hospitals and museums, she found her way to her first flight lesson. Flying can be liberating… In the ensuing nearly fifty years, besides becoming a C.A.S.A. volunteer, she found her excellent new husband Hal, became a restaurant reviewer, managed a flight school office and logged more than 5,000 hours of flight time, including these in Australia. She holds a commercial license (both single engine land and glider) with instrument rating, and a tow pilot endorsement, and has been active in several aviation organizations, including the volunteer Airlifeline (now Angel Flight).

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Dust Devils, Cozy Corners & Javelinas:

A Newcomer’s Tale of Tucson

Tucson, the beautiful city spread across the United States southwest plains, still charms us. Tonight we’ll bend our elbows with friends and wrap ourselves in their smiles and hospitality. Because no matter how splendid your surroundings, you need the warmth of your tribe to keep you going.

The adventure continues. Welcome to Tucson!

¡kitchen fun

¡kitchen fun

Hola, fellow isolateds!   Isolateds. Well, I assume that you are self-isolating. I imagine you are, as recommended by everyone in the universe. So you are now in your not-so-happy hidey holes, waiting out the plague, as am I. And like everyone, we are gloomily...

D-Day Plus 10 Years

D-Day Plus 10 Years

I’m sixteen again, in France. My father has been transferred to Paris.  But he has war on his mind from his years in the Pacific theater, issues to set free.  He needs to see where it all began to end. So. We’ve taken our little Fiat to Normandy, map in hand,...


The afternoon rolls gently towards evening, the sun lowering almost perceptibly. I watch bemused the whimsical moves of a cluster of strutting crows just beyond the kitchen door. They peck desultorily for possible crumbs in the dog bowl. It pings and rocks about. The...