I almost forgot to announce the Poet of the Week. I'm going back to a favorite of mine: Billy Collins.
The poem below is about gender differences, and why my daughter should never date.
Saint Marty needs to send his daughter to Mars.
Man in Space
by: Billy Collins
All you have to do is listen to the way a man
sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people
and notice how intent he is on making his point
even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver,
and you will know why the women in science
fiction movies who inhabit a planet of their own
are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine
when the men from earth arrive in their rocket,
why they are always standing in a semicircle
with their arms folded, their bare legs set apart,
their breasts protected by hard metal disks.