The Day the World Changed: 20 Years After 9/11

I wasn’t there, but I will always be there. I was eleven years old when four commercial airplanes were hijacked on the morning of September 11, 2001. Turned into weapons of mass murder, two hit the twin towers of the World Trade Center in Manhattan, one was steered into the Pentagon in Washington, DC, andContinue reading “The Day the World Changed: 20 Years After 9/11”

Ripped from the Headlines

A man was hit by a train in my town today. No one knows why he walked in front of the oncoming fright train as it barreled through Flagstaff early this afternoon. We’ll probably never know for sure whether he thought he could outrun it or if he intended to die there on the tracks.Continue reading “Ripped from the Headlines”


There are no words. Words have power, but there are none to heal the scars or erase the pain. There are no words to call back the dead. We are quick to speak when tragedy strikes; quick to blame and quick to out-grieve our neighbors. Even eleven years on, we mark the day with solemnContinue reading “Remembrance”