I am never one to refer to my own writing, but today's different. It took me two years to sit down and write what I witnessed that day.

THEY ARE FALLING.

GOD.

NO.

PLEASE.

THEY ARE FALLING."

i just jumped. Evan would not leave my side. i left the little one with Mark and took the big guy with me and as we are coming out to the roof, we saw the second tower disappear in a mushroom cloud. i felt like somebody had punched me in the stomach so hard that i had no air left in me. had i not been holding my son, i think i would have fallen -- i seem to remember a hand. holding me. it was evan's reaction what really that brought me back to the moment:

"mommy, the airplanes, they are going to hit my 'city'. mommy, they're going to hit us, mommy, please, our building is going to fall down."

it was the first time i was not sure what to answer. it was also the first time that i remember crying in front of any of my kids.

You can read the rest of my account at Today is like any other day (September 11, 2003).

Peace out.