or wherever it is that I am living this month. I hate that I didn't blog last week about 9-11. I can't believe it's been 6 years. After it happened, it didn't seem like life could ever feel right again. I thought three things:
1. How in the world did this happen?
2. What's next?
3. What kind of world are my girls growing up in?
One night, following 9-11, JR and I were watching the news and something came on about the possibility of terrorists driving truck bombs into crowded buildings, like courthouses and shopping malls. That was some kind of tipping point for me, like it was SO outrageous and unthinkable -how could we live and be happy in such a frightening world? But, because I am a mommy who must set a good example for her girls, I just kept swimming, through all the doubts and fears and worries.
Somehow - by the grace of God - I have managed to not only survive, but thrive in the last six years. My entire "public" art career has been after 9-11. I didn't even make my first book until 2002! I've been in a kinda big juried show, been published a few times and I'm writin' half a book. The girls were in second and third grades on 9-11 - so little and so confused by seeing their beloved teachers crying in the halls and what was on tv. Whitley's initials are WTC, so every time she saw that on tv or in the paper, she was drawn to it. You try to reassure your kids, but what can you tell them for sure? That you love them and you will do your best to keep them safe. When they are little, that's enough.
Those are our kittens, Winnie and Tuck.