It’s 9/11.. still feels like it was one man, one weapon .. still we rise
It’s 9/11 .. thank God Rosa sat on the bus.. because we fight
It’s 9/11 .. its just a day. Right??
When Jody, Sarah and I sat down and envisioned this site we thought about great stories, funny stories, and letting our fellow journalists speak.
And suddenly it’s 9/11 and I am in front of a computer screen and I want to write.
I don’t write well. I can’t. I’m better talking on camera. But I want to write.
I am still thunderously appalled by what happened 15 years ago. Mutated in fact. But my recent flirt with cancer has made me STRONG. I will not lie down in the face of violence, of discrimination, of wrong. We are stronger as a community than any dictator, or solider, or politician can imagine.
Movement is like a rhythm .. literally and metaphorically.
I am limping right now because cancer has taken my heel. I lie awake at night aching. But I am stronger than I have ever been. I will not lie down. And here I am – in front of a computer – letting you know that the outrage I still feel at 9/11 is alive and well. And the beauty of it – is that I am stronger because of it.
102 minutes may have changed us. But it hasn’t weakened my resolve.
I will NOT lie down in the face of adversity. Makes me a pain in the ass to be around! My bar is high. Ah well.
I bought a small piece of art today – it kinda symbolizes where I’m at.