Absolutely the worst thing about this job is the travel and being away from family. I have a wife and three wonderful children, the kids are all active in sports and it's very difficult to up and leave and miss them growing up.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
I can't think of anything specific growing up that pointed me toward NASA at all. I was interested in the Moon landings just about the same as everyone else of my generation. But I never really thought about being an astronaut or working in space myself.
I can't think of anything that's as exciting as I'm sure this mission will be, and actually being in space. But, we did some training as a crew together.
Things are going very smoothly. As expected, there are some minor glitches, and the eight minutes that it took us to get to orbit, we trained months and months for, and didn't have to use any of that preparation, other than being aware and ready.
Some things are only capable of being done in space. Examples of that are looking at our Earth from that far away, and understanding the entire processes of storms and weather patterns, and oceans, and coastlines.
I just was apologizing for maybe being a little goofy.
But by the time you get there and you get home, it winds up being a lot of time out. So I'm getting the itch to build, I know that. I keep looking at my stacks of wood and what I can do with it.
Some very plausible stuff is being written by women in a way that most men are not doing.
Women who are inclined to write poetry at all are inspired by being mad at something.
My feminism is humanism, with the weakest being those who I represent, and that includes many beings and life forms, including some men.
I was silent as a child, and silenced as a young woman; I am taking my lumps and bumps for being a big mouth, now, but usually from those whose opinion I don't respect.
No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.