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I was 320 miles away, safe in my family room, watching the events of 9/11 unfold. I would have been blissfully unaware had John not called to ask me what was going on in NYC. I relayed to him what sense I could make of the images on the television.

I started counting the number of loved ones who might be in Manhattan that day. We were fortunate–everyone we knew directly was safe.

Later, my daughter and her friend would go door to door, collecting money for the children in NYC. This was their idea, and there was no way we could stop them. They would eventually receive a letter of thanks from the mayor.

My son, who was in second grade, seemed fine. Unaffected. He went about those first few days as any 7-year-old would. But each night, just a few moments after he went to bed, he would throw up. This went on for days, until finally my husband sat him down and asked if anything was bothering him. He told my husband that when he went to bed, he kept thinking of all the little kids whose parents never made it home from work that night.

My youngest, only 4 and just starting preschool, was too young to process what happened. But he accompanied me from store to store on my quest to find an American flag. Every store here was sold out, and until then we didn’t own one. I wound up painting American flags on our front windows with poster paint, a small act of support for those who lost everything that day.

I pray for peace, love, and understanding.



I’m watching my son work through the process of high school varsity tryouts. He’s a kind, easygoing, funny kid who has strong beliefs of what’s right and wrong, fair and unfair. He’s a good baseball player, but competition is fierce and he knows he’s on the line. He is discouraged, and it’s difficult for a mom to watch. He is wise and humble beyond his years.

I recently had a lesson in Twitter etiquette. I thought I was being clever in posting a response tweet, but clearly that’s not so. Lost a few followers, one good one, in particular, because of it. I could use a little of my son’s wisdom and humility.