Monday Musings ~ September 12

Happy Monday! 1. The Sycamore Farm barn photo was taken down the street from my house. It reminds me of the children’s board book, The Big Red Barn, by Margaret Wise Brown, which I used to read to Sophie when she was little. She loved that book (still does) and we always had fun trying […]

Remembering September 11 ~ 15 Years Later

Every year on September 11, I take time to consciously remember what happened on the day that changed America forever. Here is my account of that day, part of which I originally wrote on September 11, 2010. It seemed like any ordinary day. Nothing was different. No phone calls to our condo. The alarm went […]

The Power of Remembering

This week always makes me sad. My eyes fill with tears at the mere sight of the American flag. Fear feels like a long-lost companion anytime I hear a jet plane overhead. It’s hard to believe it’s been 12 years, yet it still feels so raw. Of course, I’m talking about September 11, 2001. I […]

What Does That Song Mean?: Explaining 9/11 to Children

Sophie and I love music. We’re always listening to different genres and artists – from country to classical – usually in the car. My inquisitive backseat driver has the habit of asking me, “What is she signing about?” Or “What does he mean when he sings that?” Or one of my personal favorites of late, “Who […]

Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?

This post was originally posted on September 11, 2010. Since it is the 10-year anniversary of the terrorist attacks, I felt I should again publish my recollection of that day – and how it has affected me ten years later – in order to keep the memory of that day alive. ***** It seemed like […]

The Perception of Tragedy Over Time

January 28, 1986 is day that most Americans will always remember. The day the Challenger exploded before an entire nation’s eyes. Like the assassination of JFK, most people can recall exactly where they were when those terrifying images came on the television screen. I was 10-years-old and in 5th grade when the Challenger exploded. But […]

September 11, 2001

It seemed like any ordinary day. Nothing was different. No phone calls to our condo. The alarm went off to the annoying buzzing sound that it did every morning (the only way that I’d get out of bed). Bryan left the house before 6 a.m. since Tuesdays were his early-morning day to teach spin class […]