September 23, 2012
September 11, 2012
It’s a eleventh anniversary of September eleventh. I know where I was when I realized that America was under attack. Mom and I were living in Poynette at the time. We were going to Middleton meet my Aunt Mary at the orchid garden. I wanted to go to the University Bookstore to promote my first book. Mom said no to going to the bookstore because we were under attack. I didn’t understand how serious it was until I heard a man being interviewed by a reporter on the radio. The man said, “I was lucky to escape. But I saw a couple of disabled people in electric wheelchairs waiting by the elevators for help. I don’t think they made it out.” It hit home. That could have been me.
September 3, 2012
Life is filled with many ups and downs. It is how you handle them that matters.