tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post3424779211720038395..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: What I wrote, one year laterElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-18271804148179169482011-09-12T11:40:21.286-07:002011-09-12T11:40:21.286-07:00thanks for the link to ms moon.thanks for the link to ms moon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-75479378739908869712011-09-12T02:55:20.401-07:002011-09-12T02:55:20.401-07:00nice very impressing..
lets join our forum http:...nice very impressing..<br /><br /><br />lets join our forum http://unity4blogger.tk/Photo exploiterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11429202372776787171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-40160609881511329302011-09-11T23:15:22.249-07:002011-09-11T23:15:22.249-07:00Hi Elizabeth, have just discovered you via the Fr...Hi Elizabeth, have just discovered you via the Freinds of Ms Moon, looking forward to reading more --<br /><br />Mary in AfricaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-87388922006367004652011-09-11T20:57:06.380-07:002011-09-11T20:57:06.380-07:00We could not watch any of the re-runs of the horro...We could not watch any of the re-runs of the horror. <br /><br />That morning, 10 years ago, as I got our children ready for school, Gregg called and asked, "Do you have the TV on?" - a crazy question, because I never watch TV in the morning. I told him "No," and then he told me NOT to turn it on - another crazy thing to say, because what would you do? Turn it on, of course.<br /><br />We were scheduled to leave for Europe the next morning, to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, without the children. Of course, all flights were grounded, and I thought I'd never fly again...but then, the terror plot would succeed, so we did fly again, eventually.<br /><br />My heart goes out to the families whose loved ones died, but I will not buy into the news media's manipulation of the memories.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89803341170834611682011-09-11T20:03:29.231-07:002011-09-11T20:03:29.231-07:00I just cried and cried in church this morning duri...I just cried and cried in church this morning during the singing. I was so surprised at the ache that is still there ... and they were/are all strangers to me. Strangers and brothers and sisters all. Then in the afternoon, we just sat in the grass and played monopoly. It was nice.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-74287967065940333252011-09-11T16:51:23.631-07:002011-09-11T16:51:23.631-07:00That impulse to draw our loved ones together is on...That impulse to draw our loved ones together is one of the most primal--and most pure.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-62367599135415930162011-09-11T15:27:29.221-07:002011-09-11T15:27:29.221-07:00i was a single mother. early morning the phone ran...i was a single mother. early morning the phone rang. together we talked and watched in horror as our world forever changed. we all went out side and stood in the street. looking for a lifeline in the eyes of everyone, but the world had stopped.<br />that night our neighborhood was a blanket of candles as home after home added their shrines to the tears.<br />and my long distant lover who had shared witness to this mass departure on the phone with me that very morning, decided it has time to leave chicago, and become my husband.rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265802752790310923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-40660741534191914942011-09-11T11:01:27.451-07:002011-09-11T11:01:27.451-07:00"Unorthodox." I love that. I love you."Unorthodox." I love that. I love you.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69099481882774350552011-09-11T09:53:32.867-07:002011-09-11T09:53:32.867-07:00I was out and about that day and got lost coming h...I was out and about that day and got lost coming home--a drive that I can normally do with my eyes closed (well, not really). I ended up five miles in the opposite direction of where I wanted to be. Once I got home, I had the t.v. or radio or computer (sometimes all three) on almost constantly. I kept waiting to wake up from what seemed an interminably long nightmare.<br /><br />Best,<br />BonnieFrom the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00789641912016566894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-12221117255280697222011-09-11T09:14:42.572-07:002011-09-11T09:14:42.572-07:00My husband was on his way to work in World Trade C...My husband was on his way to work in World Trade Center 7 and looked up to see what he thought was a fire in Trade center 1 on his way to work. He saw debris falling and thought it best to walk in the opposite direction until he knew what was happening. When the second plane hit he thought it was a bomb and that we were under attack. He caught one of the last subways/trains home to CT. I was home breastfeeding my 6 mos old while my 2 year old played watching the whole thing on the Today show. He walked in the front door at 11am, the most memorable 2 hours of my life. I will always remember the mothers and young children who were not as fortunate as our family - I can only imagine their pain.colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13329067973795030839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-30730911498504802642011-09-11T09:10:06.737-07:002011-09-11T09:10:06.737-07:00thank you for sharing how it was where you were.thank you for sharing how it was where you were.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69431055907694248872011-09-11T09:00:58.072-07:002011-09-11T09:00:58.072-07:00I waa principal of a 1000 student high school when...I waa principal of a 1000 student high school when this happened ...cannot ever describe the emotion of making this announcement and dealing with those kids and staff at that time 10 years ago...some wounds never heal.Phil Dzialohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04150881545903849250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-87835224167714470982011-09-11T08:37:59.083-07:002011-09-11T08:37:59.083-07:00The memories will never leave us. Ever.The memories will never leave us. Ever.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-50279001681222221852011-09-11T08:20:24.748-07:002011-09-11T08:20:24.748-07:00I was sleeping in. Bubba had left for work and Eve...I was sleeping in. Bubba had left for work and Eve and I were snuggled up under the covers, Lola busy growing in my belly. The phone rang and my father-in-law's voice leaped out at me so insistently. We were scheduled to fly to France on Sept. 12th. Needless to say, I spent the day with the television on and we didn't go anywhere.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.com