the edge of something

some time mid-week it dawned on me why i was feeling so awfully sad. it's amazing that we can carry things so viscerally - things that happened to us so long ago.






i was in new york city. my sister was in washington dc. it was by far the most terrifying day of my life - like we were suddenly slammed into some unfamiliar, violent new reality that, up to that day, we had only read about in newspapers - about places far, far away.


that reality never quite materialized at home - most of us shook off the dust, picked up the pieces, and moved on. but there are people in this world who live in constant fear, for whom such violence is a daily reality. today, please consider taking a moment to remember not only those who lost their lives on 9/11, but also those living through such tragedy day after day.

most days it's too easy to forget.