Fifteen Years

Fifteen years ago, I was 22 years old and living in New York City. Five years later, I decided to write down my memories in a journal. Despite my desire to edit it for today's world (and what I hope is now a more mature writing voice), I have left it as originally written, only excluding a couple of names. I will #neverforget Here's what I wrote: September 11, 2006 It has been five years since the terrorist attacks on New York and Washington and I have realized that I never wrote my personal history of the day. This has weighed on my conscience for five years and I am afraid that I have already forgotten some of the details I wanted so badly to remember. I'll start at the beginning. The

So Long, Summer

Well, there it is. The letter that just about sums up summer in our house. In case you're having trouble reading it, the note reads: Dear Gigi and G'Daddy, Thank you for the "Annie" movie. It is so, so awesome! It is kind of scary at the end because she gets kidnapped and it's kind of silly because that mother is kind of like our mother when we make bad choices. Love, [Your Granddaughter] Yes, that's correct folks. I'm Miss Hannigan. I mean, I have always thought that being compared to Carol Burnett would be a tremendous honor. But, in this case, I don't feel particularly flattered. Rather, it seems like a missed opportunity not to be day-drinking and/or fooling around with the laund

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