#6 Dad and Do-nuts

Sunday morning, May 1970, Apollo 12 had flown to the moon and returned to earth 6 months earlier. Dad bent down to tighten the strap on my helmet. Climbing on the motorcycle, he flipped the choke and turned the key. Our two-wheeled rocket was lit. My arms tight around his waist, he patted them, flipped […]

#5 Fear has no place here.

Far and away the number one question I am asked as the daughter of an Astronaut is “Were you scared when your father walked on the moon?” The answer is “no, not at all.” Certainly I had every reason to be. On November 14, 1969, from Launchpad 39A’s closest viewing area (a full 3 miles […]