As I write this it's been about 3 weeks since the WTC attacks. My life seems to be very normal and almost as if nothing ever happened. I sometimes think it was just a bad dream, because I have the luxury of not having lost anyone in the tragedy. But when I pass by a newspaper, I realize it did happen and is still a living hell for those people left behind who lost loved ones, or are injured.

I don't understand why this happened. It's tough having children and not knowing quite what to say to them about this. But I do know that we are lucky to have each other, as there are some children that don't have parents now. I try not to think about that, because I will get too identified with the children's pain. I'd like that to pass through me and not provide harbor for it.

I have noticed people have slowed down a little bit. People are more patient with each other, and more accepting. It seems that something this big has to happen for these kinds of changes to occur.

I feel uncertain about what the future holds for us. I don't want to see more carnage and hate. For now my goal is to appreciate every day and try to live each day to the fullest. All we have is today. I am grateful for another day.