Where were you on September 11th?
I kept the rough edges, the anger, the dark humor, and the conversational rhythm. I cleaned repetition, tightened chronology, and added only a light Mark Twain-like bite. Where were you on September 11th? Well, let me tell you where I was. I was taking my 85-year-old mom to her first day at an assisted living facility. My mom had been suffering from dementia and Alzheimer’s, and it had gotten worse and worse and worse. It finally got to the point where she simply couldn’t stay at home anymore. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. … Continue readingWhere were you on September 11th?