We lived not far from Manhattan—just fifteen miles north, on the other side of the river—when the tragedy struck on September 11, 2001. As my husband and I drove home from work that day, we could see the smoke rising above the place where the twin towers had stood just that morning. All we could …
(Ok, it's not really a book. It's a blog. Better yet, it's my words of wisdom for my children for when they are older.)
a Book for My Daughter 