My latest column is up at AND Magazine.
Here is an excerpt:
I will never forget the morning of September 11, 2001. Waking up that morning, getting ready to go to work, and the world just seemed to stop as we saw the news that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. The horror when we watched the second plane hit; the jarring realization that we were under attack. The subsequent news of the attack on the Pentagon, and that yet another plane had gone down in Pennsylvania.
The world had just changed.
Living in California, nearly 3,000 miles away, these events seemed surreal and far away, yet at the same time shockingly real and close-to-home. It felt like moving through a thick fog, as I tried to figure out how I should react to what I had just seen. Would there be more attacks? Was it safe to go to work?
All through that day, we went through the motions, with the radio or the TV on, paying more attention to the news than to our work, waiting for some glimmer of hope, fearing that we would hear of yet another attack.
In the days and weeks that followed, we came together as a nation, from sea to shining sea. We wept. We prayed.
We solemnly pledged that we would never forget.