His mother ran a ship-shape house. There was never a dust speck or dirty dish to be found. She ran the women’s league the same way, and even had time to volunteer at the election polls. Yet never did he feel that she neglected or hovered over him. When he asked about the solar system, she helped him measure it off in proportion, though the sun was a copper penny and Pluto had to be placed beyond the edge of town. When asked what inspired him to become an astrophysicist, he said, “Mother’s lamp shades. They looked like Jupiter.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Raina Ng
10 Responses to His Mother