Motherly Inevitability

I'm 33, brilliant, and an accomplished astronaut. That doesn't matter to my mother, though. She wants grandkids — "trinkets from the Moon are no substitute."

Once a one-way mission to Mars comes available, I'm volunteering. Nobody can nag me about my biological clock there, right?

...

Of course my copilot would be male.

And single.

And smart.

And hot.

Damn her.