Partying With Astronauts

One time I went to a Christmas party at an astronaut’s house. I was thirteen years old and the thought of a world existing outside of my egocentric teenage bubble seemed unrealistic, maybe impossible. I remember standing in the astronaut’s gigantic kitchen staring at a shadowbox on the wall, it reminded me of the exhibits…

The Saddest Girl to Ever Ride a Bike

Yesterday I learned a valuable lesson: if you have had a stomach bug for a week and it is still in the stages of don’t-venture-further-than-10-feet-from-a-restroom, do not go mountain biking. But it was my only day off of work with Isaac, so I figured what the heck?  I thought that I would feel better once…