“The miracle is this: the more we share, the more we have.”– Leonard Nimoy
I have nothing clever to say today. I’m just thinking about all those who were lost and those who were left. Wishing us all better days.
In case you want more, here are my previous 9/11-related posts.
A small collection of beautiful, sweet, painful stories told by those who lost family members, It Never Gets Easier.
A 9/11 story you’ve probably never heard, All Hands On Deck.
And my personal 9/11 story, It Was a Beautiful Day.
I’m sorry about this. Really I am. Continue reading
“Why can’t you fly now, mother?”
“Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way.”
“Why do they forget the way?”
“Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.”
― “Peter Pan” J.M. Barrie
Today, I’m going to make you cry. Sorry. It’s not me, really. It’s Jimmy Stewart. Continue reading
Mom had a number of miscarriages in the early sixties before doctors told her she couldn’t have children. Continue reading