Since reflections are big where I am a practicum student, and now with me, I have been thinking about posting one since the prompt came up on Twitter a few days ago.  I was 14 on 9[...]

Relationships are built on the number of emotionally charged shared experiences between individuals. 9/11 was a huge emotionally charged shared experience for America. The experien[...]

Now that the dust has settled, a college senior is still waking up this morning with a wish that her parents could come to her graduation. A ten year old boy is trying to understan[...]

Ten years ago, I was just a kid. I’m part of unique group of students who were in their first year of college on September 11. Just two weeks into college, I was still gettin[...]

On September 11, 2001, I was only 6 weeks into a new job at Merrimack College, a small Catholic, Augustinian school up in North Andover, Massachusetts. I remember how perfect the d[...]

We were asked to be “around and helpful” to students that day.  So, as Chris Conzen wrote, it was time to get to work. The resident directors were in the residence halls and my stu[...]

To my beloved girls, I am writing you this letter because when you were born, you already lived in a post 9/11 world. I am writing because you will ask me where I was when the Towe[...]

Inspired by others, I write this piece to offer my perspective on how September 11, 2011 impacted me. To share my story. In the morning on September 11, 2001, I can remember the ex[...]

The silence, itself, was the most noticeable.  In the days after the attacks, there was a ban on commercial air traffic. The campus where I worked was under a well-used flight path[...]

I arrived in India a little more than a month before September 11, 2001, ready to explore the country and learn more about Hinduism and Indian culture. Before I had left the US I t[...]