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Two Monuments, Two Moments: The Night of September 11

I wrote this for myself. It had been a tense day of waiting for my husband, Jed, who was en route to Atlanta on a flight scheduled through Dulles International. Moreover, I work now in student advising at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario. Some of the students I see are Muslim. Many are mothers. All care deeply about international issues and world peace. I knew that in addition to my own sea of emotions, our center would be a place of venting, raging, crying, comforting. I needed to recall something bright and hold on to it. At the same time, the contrast of the two landmarks gives pause.