She's a psychologist. She's been on more flights than she can count. And she has officially run out of patience for overhead bins, mystery pings, and anyone who calls an infant "Mr. Baby."In Travels by Myself, P. A. Farrell takes readers along on a cross-country flight that is, on the surface, completely ordinary-and, just beneath that surface, an endlessly rich portrait of human beings doing what human beings always do: trying their best, getting in their own way, and occasionally doing something quietly beautiful when they think no one is looking.
With thirty years of clinical experience and a sharp, compassionate eye, Farrell turns an economy-class seat into a front-row view of modern life. There is the ten-year-old boy doing homework under his mother's stern watch, the elderly couple clinging to a coat as though it's the last anchor to something they can't name, the young California mother determined to maintain her composure while Mr. Baby has other ideas, and-through a gap in a curtain-the overstuffed young man in First Class who has already finished his orange juice and found the world adequate.
This is not a book about airports. It is a book about people. About the way we reveal ourselves when we're packed in too close together, tired, and slightly annoyed. About the small kindnesses that appear unexpectedly, the judgments we make and then revise, the voices from our past that show up at the worst moments to tell us to stop being a bold, fresh piece. Warm, witty, and unexpectedly moving, Travels by Myself is the perfect book for anyone who has ever sat in a middle seat and come away from the experience knowing a little more about what it means to be human. Perfect for readers who enjoy:. Funny, relatable essays about everyday life. Memoirs with warmth, humor, and real psychological insight. Stories about people-watching, human behavior, and the comedy of ordinary moments. Travel writing that is more interested in the travelers than the destination. Anyone who has sat next to Mr.
Baby on an airplane and survived
She's a psychologist. She's been on more flights than she can count. And she has officially run out of patience for overhead bins, mystery pings, and anyone who calls an infant "Mr. Baby."In Travels by Myself, P. A. Farrell takes readers along on a cross-country flight that is, on the surface, completely ordinary-and, just beneath that surface, an endlessly rich portrait of human beings doing what human beings always do: trying their best, getting in their own way, and occasionally doing something quietly beautiful when they think no one is looking.
With thirty years of clinical experience and a sharp, compassionate eye, Farrell turns an economy-class seat into a front-row view of modern life. There is the ten-year-old boy doing homework under his mother's stern watch, the elderly couple clinging to a coat as though it's the last anchor to something they can't name, the young California mother determined to maintain her composure while Mr. Baby has other ideas, and-through a gap in a curtain-the overstuffed young man in First Class who has already finished his orange juice and found the world adequate.
This is not a book about airports. It is a book about people. About the way we reveal ourselves when we're packed in too close together, tired, and slightly annoyed. About the small kindnesses that appear unexpectedly, the judgments we make and then revise, the voices from our past that show up at the worst moments to tell us to stop being a bold, fresh piece. Warm, witty, and unexpectedly moving, Travels by Myself is the perfect book for anyone who has ever sat in a middle seat and come away from the experience knowing a little more about what it means to be human. Perfect for readers who enjoy:. Funny, relatable essays about everyday life. Memoirs with warmth, humor, and real psychological insight. Stories about people-watching, human behavior, and the comedy of ordinary moments. Travel writing that is more interested in the travelers than the destination. Anyone who has sat next to Mr.
Baby on an airplane and survived