I still remember the beautiful sunny Friday, September 11, 1987, peeling carrots in the kitchen for my husband’s 40th birthday party. The baby wasn’t due for three weeks, but he had other ideas. As John returned home from the hospital, where he had just undergone chemotherapy treatment for his cancer, I said, “I’m sorry, butContinue reading “Memoir Writing: Embracing Life’s Pivotal Moments”
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Remembering You on September 11
The baby wasn’t due for three weeks, but babies don’t arrive on schedule, or at least, not two hours before a 40th birthday bash. Invites gone out to friends and family. Too late to cancel. While the baby and I snuggled in the hospital, you went home and passed out cigars. A son on your birthday!Continue reading “Remembering You on September 11”
