On the morning of 9/11 I was getting ready to leave for the hospital as the first plane struck. I wasn’t paying attention, too distracted with the procedure I was about to have. I had miscarried. We drove to the hospital listening to the events take place in NY. The hospital was chaos. Watching the hell in NY kept me from considering my own world at the moment. It was incredibly humbling. After, I could not grieve my loss when so many others had lost so much. I felt selfish for wanting to be babied after I had lost mine.
--from Kids of Queers