Around Father's Day a few people on my friends' list (exsanguintated, okoshun, deannahoak) blogged about missing their fathers. Thinking of my own father, I realized that he has now been dead over half my life.... and the temporal distance while only continue to grow.

Since then, I've been thinking a story about a woman who leaves Earth (and all her family and friends) at 22. Now she is 45 and realizing that over half her life has been spent in space, wondering if she has lost her humanity, and being put in situations to challenge her humanity.

So far I don't know much.... even her name, but I'm sure things will come to me. For example, I know that she'll have to face Earth. What I have to remember is to draw on my own feelings of loss and estrangement from my past.