David DeGusta foregrounds the mysticism of the personal against the era-defining scientific advancements of the moon landing, using a precisely-rendered long retrospective POV to take us to new and uncharted emotional territory.
On a Friday in June 2022 the nurse practitioner warned my husband, Brad, and me that it might be too soon to hear our baby’s heartbeat. “If we don’t hear anything,” she said, “I don’t want you to worry.” For the next few minutes, as she finicked with the Doppler and cocked her head this …
