
Reflection on September 11, 2001
There is a photo that I took a couple of months ago, in New York City, that offers a dual glimpse of blue-green motion from the long skirt I'd been wearing and one of my daughter Molly's feet raised in its mint green Converse. When I think of this image now, the moment as I recall it seems to exist in the periphery of my mind's eye, a gentle blur of movement between Molly and me and the suggestion of urgency as I had followed her path.

On the Man Versus Bear Discourse / Part One
Late one night, in the mid-nineties, decades before social media and viral everything and the 'Man versus Bear' memes, I went alone to a bar near my apartment.

Ode to the Cardigan I Lost in NYC
I visited New York City once, many years before 9/11, before I met my husband, before our daughters, before everything that comprises our intertwined lives now.