if only we knew how much the disquiet would grow.

somewhere between then and now, everyone’s lives in the world became more tragic, on september 11; you don’t know a date is going to become a tragedy when you wake up. even after the event while i still lay in bed, not getting to the phone in time, still i didn’t know. now i can’t say i am different from anyone else.

would i have done things differently? would i have not supported the effort, tried to encourage, tried to reassure, supported, the effort, in as many ways, as i could?


thank goodness we and everyone we know are allright as far as we know. monday, mom and dad landed at SFO returning from their trip to Ireland, literally twelve hours before the catastrophe began. plenty of friends of friends are grieving directly, and our hearts go out to all …
love is stronger than hate.