By Judi Kauffman
September 11. A day that the world will never forget. The sky was a perfect clear blue over Manhattan, the Pentagon, a field in Pennsylvania. Within minutes it all changed.
Each year I spend time reflecting on what was lost: The flight attendant who lived a few blocks from us, the colleagues of a friend who worked in one of the towers, and all of those I never knew but mourned with a heavy heart. On this day I spend time celebrating the heroism of first responders and ordinary citizens who did what they could to save lives.
And then, I go back to my normal routine, grateful that the sky is still blue, most of the time. That people are wonderful, most of the time. And that there is still creative work to be done. All of the time.