Although Iâ€™ll never know for certain, my husband, Jim, was probably at his desk on 94th floor of 1 World Trade Center when the plane came crashing into his life, briefly, and into mine, permanently. On that day and for so many days after, I felt suspended in time. My past was gone and I couldnâ€™t imagine a future.
First I surrendered to the grief. I stopped eating. Then I tried drinking but found that booze doesnâ€™t mix with acid reflux. I considered drugs but hadnâ€™t a clue as to what I would take. I even considered suicide but Read more