New York Juggler Check-In List Most recent update: Monday, September 24 2001 The following New York area jugglers and their families are all fine. I will be adding their stories as I receive them, but I wanted to get this up ASAP for all the people asking. PLEASE do not assume anything about anyone whose […]

April 4, 2001. Ivan was in town visiting for a circus-filled weekend. The weekend before we’d gone to Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey’s opening night show and party at Madison Square Garden and to the Big Apple Circus’s opening in New Jersey. That day I took an exchange day for overtime I’d worked, and […]

Monday, October 22, 2001 It’s never going to get back to normal. Or rather, it changed what normal is. Outside of New York, it’s just a political abstraction. A hot topic. In fact, whether we were going to go to war was a hotter topic than now that we’re in one. Some conversations are even […]

Monday, 17 September 2001 GUEST DAY — I didn’t write anything on Day Seven, but Cynthia did: This is not going to be a dramatic emotional message which dwells on the immense loss we have suffered, it will instead tell of what is happening now. It is not going to be a call to patriotism […]

Sunday, 16 September 2001 Last night Carol decided she wanted to spend her birthday with friends. We met for dinner, and there were several people I didn’t know, including two teenage girls, a child, and a few adults. Carol’s friends Steve and Adrian had brought them, which I thought was odd for a small birthday […]

Saturday 15 September 2001 No more journal. I’m one of the lucky ones who will be returning to life as normal soon. Yesterday I did some laundry and booked a performer for a child’s birthday party. Today I picked up a replacement contact lens. Tiny errands of ordinary life feel like victories of productivity in […]

Friday, 14 September 2001 Today all day I’ve been meaning to write a rant about what it means to be an American and how angry I am with Pat Robertson for blaming the founders of our country for the attack, but I’m just too tired. Here are some images instead. The work goes on. I […]

Thursday, 13 September 2001 10:00 a.m. Not much to report personally today. Yet. And I hope. Last night put all this up and the phone kept ringing and finally went to bed around 3:30 a.m. My head hit the pillow, and I started hearing planes. Loud planes. Close planes. The cat started freaking out. Since […]

Wednesday, 12 September 2001 Eventually I couldn’t watch anymore, and since my throat was sore from grit and crying, I couldn’t talk anymore. Unlike some of my friends, I didn’t go to bed wondering if we’d be attacked again and I’d die in my sleep, but I did go to bed wondering what the city […]

Tuesday, 11 September 2001 Dear family and friends, Sorry for the mass email, but I can’t write this or say this over and over I don’t think. I’m okay. Shook up, scared, and upset, but ok. I watched from a roof, and then skated right down as far as they would let me. There was […]