When Buildings Fell
We all know where we were. My family and friends were far from any of the ghastly scenes but every year I find myself needing to try and process it all over again. We remember as a nation. We remember as individuals. I've had my grand girls today. We've been down to mama's to check on her, where I expressed heartfelt appreciation to my Cousin Michelle for being willing to fill in gaps with
Where were you… 9/11/2001
It's familiar in the most painful way, this need to wring my thoughts out onto the page, that I might see them clearer, that I might remember that day and pay my respects to those who lost their lives. But again, like so many times in the last decade