A Moment of Silence

For all my frivolousness (is that even a word?) I do remember what I was doing when I first heard that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.

And because this is such a big piece of history right in our own time, I feel like I need to take a moment, a day if you will and not go on and on about painting, decorating, whining, bragging.

This is a moment to remember those who lost their lives, the innocent, the brave. And those who have fought to keep our country safe since that dreadful day ten years ago. A moment to remember how very lucky I am to be here, free to be frivolous and silly and self-centered.