When I was a little girl, my mother developed a "secret code" for anyone who might have to pick me up from school instead of her. This was at the height of the "stranger danger" period, and it reassured her to know that there was a plan. The whole idea freaked me out. I was…
It Wasn’t Closure, After All
At the core of my being, I’m a writer. A storyteller. Always have been. I love giving voice to stories, listening to stories that others have lived and written…. Loads of people have told me that I should write a book about my life, and I always smile and say, “maybe someday.” That’s been the…
When you’ve Come From Away
It’s that time of year again. The most difficult week of the year for me. The week when the very date on the calendar is enough to make me anxious. Smells set me into flashbacks. Loud noises make me cringe. Planes overhead make my heart skip a beat. It’s the week of 9/11. In my…
A Visit to Ground Zero
“I don't think that I'll ever be 'dulled' when it comes to the vividness of what I’ve seen at ground zero, especially on that first day If one could ever glimpse hell.....but also, community at it's truest form....if one could ever glimpse heaven......” I wrote those words on October 11, 2001, just after returning from…
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