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).
Latest books
Álamos, My Heart
An Expat’s Tribute to Her Mexican Hometown
In a mountain valley in the foothills of the Sierra Madre del Oeste lies the magical town of Álamos, Mexico. Its vivid five-hundred-year history is reflected in its meandering streets and pleasing architecture, but what is it like today? It has no beach, no golf course, no gambling casinos, no Kentucky Fried Chicken. What could possibly be its attraction for the lucky few Americans and Canadians who have made it their home?
Discover the warmth of its climate and the beauty of its flowers—and especially the warmth of its people and the beauty of what they have created. Quite possibly you may decide to come and see today’s Treasure of the Sierra Madre for yourself.
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!
Recent Posts
Red Hot Tucson
RED HOT TUCSON Or “This is the desert, Mr.Brown,” (a marching quick-step, apologies to Irving Berlin’s WW2 ditty.) A couple of summers ago, the ever-helpful National and Local weather Service pronounced one of their Heat Warning Advisories to the region. Not unusual....
Tucson Guardian Angel
When being raised by my solidly conservative parents, people I can confidently declare members of Tom Brokow’s Greatest Generation, they advised me never to discuss politics or religion in polite society. Simply not done, was the lore. Polite society. What’s that? If...
Oysters, Oysters Everywhere
OYSTERS, OYSTERS EVERYWHERE Or The Rule of OysteR Some of us are oyster addicts, yearning hopelessly for the gray flaccid treasure lolling moistly, inertly in its rough little casing, the shell lined with a subtle shining nacre, poor cousin to the shimmering...