September 12th. Plus 20.

Do you remember September 12th 2001? The flags coming out in every imaginable way?

Pins. Handheld size, but slipped in the top of a briefcase or tote…Tied to car radio antennas? Hanging on the front of homes. Stores, and along streets for more than just June and July.

The flags sold so fast they went out of stock more than once as the American public geared up to tackle the next phase of our nation’s history. At the time, I was only 30 miles from where United 93 went down, living and working in Latrobe PA. That seemed to start a whole new need for knowledge. I have done my best to learn every possible moment that happened that day. Then teach that information to our youth, including how the day after felt.

This September 12th, I kept reflecting back on that day. How it felt to find solace in the little things that we could do to keep our hopes up and not be too overwhelmed by a hefty dose of evil. It is days like the 12th that I always feel like we come out on top. That we can always find hope. Find foundation and return to some semblance of normalcy.

I hope that some day recently, whether you felt it today or any another day, you found the same joy and freedom to remember peace. Those are the moments that keep you going.

Hope you all are staying creative. Til next time!

Good morning, goodnight wherever you are.


Happy 19,345 Days!

Or 53 years to the rest of you…. to me! 😀 I’m having a great relaxing day with a few errands mixed in, and a lovely few things that have come together involving my lucky numbers, not to mention some art to keep me going…. however, that is not the point for today… well… not the post.

I’m a little early, but I do have a thing that is timely for school. I’ve been researching 9/11 again so I can prepare for next week. In the past I have torn the day apart for the facts. I have shared timeline information. Had the kids design a building that would not have trapped anyone – they invariably share that everyone has parachutes to escape with. Then, of course the more intense part – learned about someone who did not make it out of one of the four planes, the towers, or the Pentagon. This year, I was hit by another rather intense feeling.

I have been very impressed by the survivors themselves. Getting through the day. Literally dusting themselves off, taking deep breaths, then walking back into the fray, for some. Others gathering their courage, and simply returning to work.

Seriously. Think about what it takes to go into a building that is impressive, but now has the vibration of the unknown. I have had a train blow up and ruin my windows, which caused a move across campus during college, but the buildings still stand. Gathering my belongings was edgy and in the end, I really hate trains. I can avoid them. But walking back into a high rise, or any major city building willingly after the attacks, is straight up incredible. I want to send a shoutout to those who have kept going, found support where needed, and somehow managed to find it possible to continue to work the standard 40 hour, or more, week.

Hopefully I can impress my kids with a new perspective without overwhelming them.

I for one, am eternally grateful for our ability to keep moving forward. Even when it means masks, and continued caution with Covid.

On that note… I hope you all are doing well. Plugging along staying healthy…. and being creative or active, or whatever keeps you moving forward too.

Good morning, goodnight wherever you are!