A Good Name

        Eight weeks of media coverage had not readied me for my first trip to New York following the terror of September 11. As the USAir shuttle headed north from Reagan to Laguardia, I remember asking the flight attendant which...

A Good Name – Part II

Continued from “A Good Name”      Upon landing, Frank and I took a cab to the city, checked into our room and went right back out to catch a cab. We headed toward “Ground Zero.” We were left at the curb in front of Trinity Church, which...

A Good Name – Part III

Continued from, “A Good Name – Part II”      Anyone who lingered by the teddy bears was visibly moved. With swollen eyes and my arm around Frank’s waist, we walked another two hundred yards to the 3:00 position and found ourselves...

The Mourning After

     It looked like something Steven Spielberg or George Lucas whipped up in their special effects studio. Hijacked planes, balls of flame, debris (and people) falling from burning buildings, skyscrapers being leveled to dust, pedestrians...

The Mourning After, Part II

I need to remember. I must not forget. I try to recall what I was thinking when the only cities on fire were far across the ocean. I review mental images of Belfast, Beirut, and Kosovo and I wonder how I managed to compartmentalize my emotions. My stomach has been in...

Resolutions

         So there I was, sitting in a friend’s living room with a group of women   during the holiday season, and before I knew it, we were onto the subject of  New  Year’s Resolutions. “Isn’t that a worldly...