A 9-11 short story: Joy
Sep 09
The first nights after September 11, 2001, I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know anyone who had been killed, and didn’t even have any friends at the time who were there or directly impacted by the attacks of that day. But still, it cut me deep. (My oldest daughter — now 17 years old, and pictured below with the Twin Towers in 1995 — only...
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