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I have three incredible daughters. Each of them is unique and each is quite dear to me in their own special way and that is, after all, the way I imagine it should be.

Leah is a singer, writer, organizer for a motivational speaker and a very dedicated mother. Marina is a dietition in a hospital in Cd. Juárez, Mexico -- also a dedicated mother. Alexandra is graduating from high school this year. She will be a June bride, and then she will be off to college next year to study math, physics, biology and psychology -- mercy me!

Oscar is my son. He is a cross between a Peterbuilt truck and a bear. Give me any problems and I'll send Oscar to visit you.

He's an electronics tech with dreams of re-turning to school to pursue a geriatrics nursing credential. I'm not certain how that interest got started nor am I sure he will follow it up. Oscar's an intense young man whose interests are manifold and, often, mysterious.

Across millions and millions of kilometers, she beckons to me in siren song, saying in tones so sweet, "Why don't you come home? You have been away so terribly long my wayward son. So terribly long."

What answer can I give to her? Should I tell her I cannot come because the government says it is too costly or too dangerous for civilians?

No, all I can say is that it is too late for me. I have grown old in my life here and I am now far too frail, but I have a legacy, a daughter who is strong of body, of will and mind. One who is worthy of stepping up to claim her birthright as a wanderer among all the wanderers of Sol. One who will, one day, touch the face of my beloved Mars and mix my ashes with the red dust of my ancient home.

It is a pleasure for me to display my likes and dislikes to my friends. I guess it's one of the easiest ways to let you know a little something about what it is that makes me tick.

Oh, my dislikes page is not as full of stuff. I suppose it's an example of how we humans deal with our preferences. If we don't like something, we don't want to take much time with it. Um, sort of like when was the last time you wished the root canal work you were having could be extended for another hour, or the thought occurred to you that the roaring headache you were enjoying was such a blast you wished it would go on forever? Not!