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.
Earlier this year, my family went to see the National 9/11 Memorial in New York City. It was a site that my husband Kyle, my in-laws, and I really wanted to visit. So did thousands and thousands of other people that day. While we were waiting in the long line and going through multiple security checkpoints, it struck me that each of us was bringing our own memories of those tragic events to reconcile at the site. We will never forget where we were when the attacks happened (I was on my way to work at the TV station) or how we felt (and grieved) in the days and months that followed....more
Editor's note: Last year, we called for you to share your posts on the events of September 11, 2001. More than 200 bloggers responded. We're honoring this tradition again this year, and invite you to read these bloggers' stories and contribute your own. -- Julie
We've seen a LOT of stories in the media about the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and United Flight 93. We've also seen, and maybe felt, that many of us are sick of the story in the media.
While in New York for BlogHer '12, I had the privilege of visiting the 9-11 Memorial. The last time Cheryl and I were in New York was in April of 2002, six months after the attack. The city was still somber and the remnants of that horrible day were still scattered for miles along the fence line of lower Manhattan....more
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is not a movie that lends itself to thoughts of a meal. It is a film infused with the images and emotional reminders of what was, for so many, and for the boy at the heart of the film, The Worst Day. But here's the thing of it: when there's emotional upheaval, food can provide comfort. And that's how I decided to design this meal: comfort, inspired mostly by the film, but also by the lives lost that day....more
We lived not far from Manhattan—just fifteen miles north, on the other side of the river—when the tragedy struck on September 11, 2001. As my husband and I drove home from work that day, we could see the smoke rising above the place where the twin towers had stood just that morning. All we could talk about—all we could think about—were those lost in this horrific attack....more