September 11. Time to commemorate – with a game. Again. Alice rewrapped the bandage around her heart, knowing it might not contain her multiform grief. Sometimes it flashed, luminous, burning; other times it was nebulous, tickling. She still remembered the day Frank had foisted his chess board upon her… and his deliberate blunder that swung… Continue reading September 11. Again.
On 9-11 I watched the 9-11 terror attacks on the large screen TV at the Cleveland Hillel, where I was very active as a Jewish student at CWRU. I watched the attacks and could barely comprehend that they were happening in the real world. "Numb" isn't quite the right word to describe my feelings during… Continue reading After 9-11: The boy who lost his father