Everyone who's old enough to remember has a 9/11 story. Mine is probably fairly typical of those of us with no personal connection to the events, and I've never written about it because it feels too much like trying to hop on the tragedy train in order to capitalize on the pageview potential. But on this 15th anniversary I have some reflections I feel compelled to share....more
Before 9/11, there was just a date on the calendar between the 10th and the 12th which never made me shutter. There was 9-1-1, but not 9/11. It’s like B.C. and A.D. There was life before and life afterward and in the middle, for a day, my city stood still, I held my breath and my heart beat double the speed.
Grief and GratitudeThe light here begins to change in September. It softens a bit, reflecting off the leaves. The fauna seems to let out a collective sigh of relief from the harsh Texas summer. And yet, for me, it now comes with a heaviness that wasn’t there eleven years ago. A mixture of grief and gratitude....more
I was going to write about something else today, but I had a hard time sleeping last night and decided that what I really wanted to do was write about the anniversary of 9-11. I appreciate the fact that, as a nation, we pause and reflect together. For so many families, everything changed that day.Where I was:...more
Living in the shadow of NYC, 9/11 hits close to home. Literally.
I think this definitely is the one day where everyone can remember where he was and what he was doing when America was attacked on our own soil.
Take a minute. Take a minute to hug your kids an extra second today. I think that 9/11 is the Kennedy moment of my generation. I will always remember what an absolutely beautiful morning it was. A little crisp, clear, sunny and bright blue sky. Perfect. I remember looking up at the sky that morning and being so thankful for such a beautiful day. I was truly in that moment. Then, all hell broke loose....more