All in new york

happy there are Octobers

I think when the humidity broke and summer tourists fled, the city gave one large, collective “sigh,” grabbed a hot coffee and headed out on a long Sunday walk. A least, that’s what I did. I mosied to church, around Central Park and eventually made my way home.

September 11

Today, I’m remembering that day in first grade. I’m remembering that feeling of being new, unaware and overwhelmed. And I’m remembering the thousands of people who sacrificed their lives and lost loved ones in the city I now call home. In the midst of natural disasters, stark political division and a sense of uncertainty about the future, let’s take a minute to help one another, pray and appreciate the little things - because I know I take them for granted.