September 11th
Someone asked me this morning about my experience in New York on September 11, 2001, and I referred him to my blog post , written on the 10th anniversary, because that was the first time I had written about it, or even talked about it much for reasons that I included in the post. But I just went back and read it and its full of lingering pain of which I have been able to let go, so I would like to write another one- just a short addition to what I wrote and couldn't even title at the time. I'll first just say that I have so much gratitude for that period of my life. Living in New York City as a kid is exactly like it sounds; exciting, incredible, magical, and sometimes scary, but incomparably empowering. And, let's not forget, I was a kid. I was 18 and Rachel was 23. We had a helluva lot of fun. I worked- there's no other way to survive, obviously- but came up short on my half of the rent a few times, and Rachel was always there for me. We h...