Eleven years ago today, I had just turned on the morning news, and had witnessed what I thought was an old disaster movie. I was on summer break from  my 3 day schedule of  teaching ceramics in Manhattan.
I was really looking forward to the new term, and a fresh start. It had not been an easy summer-I had lost

two people in the previous months-my mother, and my studio partner-both funny strong women. I will always wonder how they might have felt on that day 12 years ago.