September 13, 2001: How Fear United Us
“I realized the work that I had been doing, the work that I was proud of, wasn’t enough.”
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Something unexpected cracks me open every year: Tonight, it was my daughter, recognizing the name I’d given her because I couldn’t give her the woman herself.
I wish I’d known Molly years ago. I wish I had known her when I was twelve years old, wondering who in my life would still love me if they knew my secret.