In gratitude: Space, Rehab, and Keeping Everyone Safe
Perhaps it sounds strange to claim that a strapping organic life forms to rockets filled with explosive propellant is a life-preserving maneuver… Continue reading
Rehabilitation, Space Medicine, Education & Outreach
Perhaps it sounds strange to claim that a strapping organic life forms to rockets filled with explosive propellant is a life-preserving maneuver… Continue reading
When the time came to relocate the three unsightly boxwood bushes squatting on my front lawn, just about the last thing I expected was half the neighborhood children to descend upon the Continue reading
One of my favorite things to do is to walk into a restaurant or up to a taco truck and order in Spanish. “Ahola! Quesería tacos de pollo con todo Continue reading
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, “I lived through Continue reading
Where were you a year ago? Were you better off? Worse off? In a different city, a different country? Not yet in a relationship, about to be a parent, learning Continue reading
If this mission to Mars were a football game, this is the moment when we would stop the clocks, huddle, and take a moment to switch goals. In sports, and in life, these Continue reading
Hello World! While we’re on sMars, the crew is doing our best to support continued operations back home. This means lots of research about how to live in space, now Continue reading
It’s almost impossible to believe, but 2 months have gone by since my crew and I said goodbye to direct sunlight and unfiltered air. It’s also been 2 months Continue reading
As phenomena, “Fire” and “space travel” go together about as well as “angry dragon” and “napalm”. So 21-years to the day from that my grandmother died, I forgo tradition a bit for Continue reading
One of the weirder things that can happen to you when you go to space and write a blog that you can get hit up for interviews VIA THAT BLOG. Continue reading