Last Flight – 9/11…

Just listen to the lyrics.

We will never forget.… [Read more]

It’s a Grand Ole Flag

Unity, the proverbial bone of contention, and the reason I carried a jar with me on my impromptu visit to Saint Paul’s Chapel in Lower Manhattan yesterday (to catch the inevitable rush of drops from my eyeballs).  Some women who have better bodies than most of us, and a whole lot less shame, wrap themselves in it (no, not when they die, silly).… [Read more]

Why Do They Hate Us?

Last week I took my three children to Ground Zero. It was the first time any of us had visited the Memorial and the first real exposure my two 6 year olds have had to September 11th.

We began the tour by visiting a large photographic timeline of how things unfolded that dreadful day. I was not prepared for the overwhelming sadness I felt as I stood there, a six year old hand in each of mine, my sensitive 9 year old undoubtedly wishing I had a third to offer her.… [Read more]