By Lori Cramer
We met on the moon. After a bit of small talk, he asked me if I missed Earth. When I admitted I did, he nodded sadly and told me he did, too. Neither of us uttered another word for a long time. Eventually, he broke the silence by asking me what I missed most. Baseball, I blurted. The devastating dip of a curveball, the beauty of a batter barreling a ball, the excitement of an extra-inning victory. He raised an eyebrow, as if he thought my answer too silly, so I posed the same question to him. His reply? Pizza.
“I write to discover.” – the writer