This year, more than any other, I feel incredibly protective over the memory of 9/11. I have been surprised by a feeling of anxiety and dread during the drumbeat leading up to today and have found myself getting angry at the inevitable media reflections and documentaries that were to come. But, as I woke up this morning, something interesting happened, the anger had vanished. I am sad but, I also have a sense of calm. As I reflect on today and the ten years that have pas

Eight years is an emotional eternity and yet a blip in historical perspective - the world moves on and the event is a now a political pawn. The experiences of those who lived through the day are shared privately vs publicly and perhaps that is as it should be. I am always saddened by America's lack of history and ability to commemorate the fallen in a unified way - something akin to Israel's moment of silence on memorial day. Now, more than ever this missing moment highlight

As has been the case for the last six years, the days leading up to September 11th bring with them both sadness and reflection. September 5th is my father's Yahrzeit and the two events --both the personal and global--are forever linked in my mind. Last night I sat in the Cincinnati airport on the final leg of a long three weeks of travel that included many airports and security checkpoints. As I routinely went through the security motions for the thousandth time, I realized

Hard to believe. I have posted my thoughts here.

and a lifetime ago. This is my second year away from 'the city' on 9/11 and once again, as I did last year, I woke up spontaneously at around 5am PST. It's as if my body has some internal clock on this particular day and yet I have no outlet for the emotions that seem to build up and bring me back to what I went through for the days and months that followed. This year was particularly difficult for me. My father's 5th Yahrzeit (the Hebrew anniversary of his death) took

Still gives me shivers. Thanks Ernesto - almost as good as being there.

I woke up excruciatingly early this morning—it’s as if my internal clock was pulling me back to New York. This is my first year being away from NY on September 11 – it is a bittersweet transition. Staring out into the tranquil pines of the Berkeley Hills – “The City” seems so very far away, and I simultaneously miss the cacophony and am content to commemorate from afar. CNN is maudlin and the US open is showing tennis clips—life goes on. I can hardly believe it has been t

From the first tribute in light - grainy old iphone These are my initial thoughts on the day's events. This was originally sent in the form of an email to a private list group. At the time, Peter Merholz asked me if it was ok to post it to his blog. In some way, I consider this my first "unofficial blog post," and for that I will always be thankful to Peter. Peter's intro: All week, I'd been too busy and scattered to think deeply about the tragedy — other factors in my w