The Musings of a Latte Queen: Narratives of Everyday Life

I, like many others, was riveted and in a time-warp back to a decade ago, a time when our innocence was shattered like the glass that flew from the towers.  Our vision was cloudy and black, smoke filled, and it was hard to breathe, much like I can only imagine at Ground Zero.  I was numb.  Then and now, the day after, I feel like something sitting on my chest and it is hard to breathe. There has been times of great change that are accompanied by times of great uncertainty.  I have lived through those moments and it always seems like it is the most dangerous, most dark, most hopeless just before the emergence of something grand.  It feels even more like that when you think back, rehearse, review, and remember that you put your heart into something, into life, and wonder about the outcome. This summer, the summer of a decade, had many impacts, riveting, jarring explosions that have left the soul somewhat traumatized, perhaps like we collectively were on 9/12, ...

I remember exactly where I was when it happened. The boys were already at school and I was finally having a moment to take a shower and settling into my first full week at home with a new baby, we had just come home the Friday before. I had just dried off and put on lounge clothes, my new baby was in her little rocker seat, she was just six days old, my husband jumped in the shower before me, it was 9am and we turned on the Today Show, I sat on the edge of our bed to just breathe in the sunshine morning of Tuesday and the quiet of the baby. "Oh my gosh, honey a plane just flew into that building!"  I was watching as Katie Couric interrupted regularly scheduled programming to report what was then believed to be some kind of accident when a plane flew into the North Tower on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.   My husband quick stepped the short distance from our walk-in shower to our bed and looked at the television with me, we were both enraptured.  He picked up the bab...