Square Peg ● Round Hole







Today is a day that America will never forget.  As I travel back in time, it is clear how I have changed since the day terrorism touched our lives.    My father was still alive and a very big part of my life.  Bailey was six year old.  I was on a mission to fight for every educational tool we could claim.  Bryce was two.  He finally was sleeping through the night which was excellent news for me, as I was exhausted.  Alcoholism was running through every part of the family adding to the stress and chaos of everyday life.

Going to the airport was less stressful.  I didn’t have to provide my DNA to fly.  (Yes, I am dramatic, but mark my words, someday we will have to provide it.)  I had the best dog in the world named Monty along with cats Pitino, BJ, Patches and Abigail, all of whom have passed over the rainbow bridge.   A job as a writer hadn’t come my way, neither had my Master in Fine Arts.  I was a stay-at-home mom trying to find myself.

Today, recovery runs through our family.  I am making a consistent living as a writer, which is rare as a freelancer.   My kids are amazing.   Both are successful young men who have big heart and even bigger dreams.   I am more mindful.  Days, months, even years after 9/11, I was terrified to fly.   Today, I am more aware of my surroundings.   I realize that we aren’t untouchable.  The denial exploded the day those planes flew into those buildings.    I am vigilant of the present moment and how fleeting time can be.   Prayer and meditation have centered me.  Today, I am less self-centered and more heart-centered.     I give thanks for those who constantly put their lives on the line to make our country safe.   Blessings come out of tragedy, this I know.  There are countless stories shared to support the claim.   So, today as we remember, think about what has changed in your life and how this event transformed you.