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Talking to Your Children about 9/11

Posted on September 9, 2011 - by Pamela Gabbay

It’s hard to believe, but this September 11th is going to be the 10th anniversary of 9/11. For most of us, this milestone anniversary is bound to provoke a lot of powerful emotions. As we remember back to that tragic day, many of us will be filled with images of fear, disbelief, and incredible sadness. In honor of the 10th anniversary, there is likely to be intense media coverage. In the wake of all of this coverage, how can parents help their children understand the significance of the 10th anniversary of 9/11 while at the same time reassuring them and […]

Remembering NYC a Week After 9/11

Posted on September 8, 2011 - by Stan Goldberg

“Daddy, please come,” my daughter said on September 11th. Together, we watched the towers fall. Me, from the safety of my San Francisco home. She, from an office building in Rockefeller Plaza, wondering if her friend survived. In August, I had scheduled a trip to visit her on September 18th. Nationwide, the planes were grounded and I didn’t know when the airports would reopen. But I knew I had get to New York. Mostly to give support to my daughter, but having grown up only100 miles from New York City, I felt an affinity not only with the city, but […]

The 10th Anniversary of 9/11: How You Can Help

Posted on September 8, 2011 - by Mary Jane Hurley Brant

On September 11, 2011, we remember the 10th anniversary of the day when nearly 3,000 victims were killed after two airliners were crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City, another plane hit the Pentagon, and a final plane crashed into a field in rural Pennsylvania. In 2001, the barrage of bruising images from that fateful day imprinted, pained and wounded our collective psyches. The killing of innocent and unarmed people touched our nation’s heart with universal feelings of sadness and, as a country, we are forever changed. We also didn’t know where to turn with fracturing losses of […]

After 700 Days, a Jury Trial for Man Accused

Posted on September 7, 2011 - by Shirley Wiles-Dickinson

On August 24, 2011, I attended our 8th pre trial hearing for my sister’s murderer. Our first jury trial date was June 7, 2010, only to be continued until June 21, 2010, only to be continued to September 13, 2010, only to be continued until November 29, 2010, only to be continued until March 7, 2011, only to be continued until May 16, 2011, only to be continued until July 11, 2011, only to be continued until September 6, 2011. Yesterday there was no mention of any more continuances. The judge even cancelled her vacation so the jury trial could […]

Voice of Pain Becomes Voice of Comfort

Posted on September 6, 2011 - by Laurel D. Rund

There were so many voices in her head since his death, and they meshed into an angry crowd within her. These discordant sounds pulled her into an abyss called grief. As the voices blended together, she could not hear them clearly, drown them out or turn them off. It was a time of profound sadness and she was uneasy, off balance, in a dark place that didn’t seem to have an Exit sign within sight. At other times, the voice of grief came in at a different frequency ~ like a low, annoying and distracting hum, with no shut-off valve. […]

Widow Reflects on Labor Day and its Complications

Posted on September 5, 2011 - by Kim Meredith

Work is present in our daily lives on many levels. We labor at our formal employment, we toil on building relationships, and we act to keep ourselves fit and healthy. All of these chores fit one of the dictionary definitions of the word work. Each one is a “purposeful effort.” As we are closing in on Labor Day, I find myself with mixed emotions. This symbolic end of summer is usually marked with picnics and barbecues, which I love. Any excuse to eat outside and cook on the grill is fine with me! That means less work and more fun. […]

Combatting the Sunday Morning Loneliness

Posted on September 4, 2011 - by Sandra Pesmen

The television is crackling with news about the latest weather catastrophe! All the morning news shows are “round tabling” about the craziness of ALL the candidates!! I’m bursting with comments, remarks, outrage—and there’s no one here for me to share all this emotion with. I can easily feel sorry for myself and go into a lonely funk, but I choose not to. Instead I make a lovely breakfast just for me. I make plans to bake cupcakes later for a sick friend, and I think about what kind of writing I’ll do this afternoon (and if you have other creative talents […]

Despite Husband’s Death, He’s ‘Always There’

Posted on September 3, 2011 - by Ellen Gerst

When my late husband committed suicide, it felt as if I died too. The searing pain pierced my heart so deeply that I felt disconnected from everyday life. I would watch the world go by as if it were a movie, and I did not have a part. However, my two children needed my caring attention, so I walked through life accomplishing the necessary tasks. However, when I was alone at night and in the confines of my bedroom, I would incessantly replay my life in my mind’s eye like a never-ending rerun. Over time, I was finally able to […]

The Music and Life of Nick Ashford

Posted on September 2, 2011 - by Nicole Alston

Not long before I attended Mr. Nick Ashford’s funeral at the Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem, I was waiting in the check-out line at a nearby convenience store. The line was being manned by an exasperated store clerk, but, apparently, he had been abandoned by his fellow employees. His frantic attempts to page them for back-up help at the counter were completely ignored. Customers were irritable and becoming more and more impatient by the minute. The scene was tense, with the exception of a teenage girl in front of me, who seemed to have found the secret to zoning out […]

Memories of Flowers on a Rainy Day

Posted on August 30, 2011 - by Chasity Glass

The smell of rain humidified the air. I hit snooze twice, three times. I’m convinced rain in Los Angeles should be considered a snow day, a break from routine, from working hard, a day to stay under the blankets. Even Gladys didn’t want to undo the tight ball of her sleeping body. Contemplating a fourth snooze, I heard a knock on the door. Doubtful it was my house, I rolled over. Another knock disturbed the chilled room. What the hell do the neighbors want at 8 a.m.? I dragged myself out from the depths of my comforter and headed to […]