When Sam was really young, he was interested in the solar system. I remember tucking him into bed and asking if he wanted to be an astronaut. I must have asked the question with some fear in my voice, because his answer was reassuring: “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m like a sailor who never leaves the shore. I want to be an astromoner.”
“Wait,” says the 17-year-old as I recount this story. Read More
“Wait,” says the 17-year-old as I recount this story. Read More