It is that time of year again, that one day every year where I can be expected to be mad in an angry sort of way. Those that know me might think I am mad in the crazy, insane sort of way so I thought it best to clarify.
It is also the one day each year I can regularly be expected to be sad as I grieve for the loved ones of those murdered on this day.
Those that know me also know I don’t wear my emotions on my sleeve so they probably see this as out of character for me. However, this was a day unlike any other Continue reading Remembering Nine Eleven