Twelve years.

There’s still a bruise.

Like everyone alive that day, I remember watching the planes fly into the buildings over and over and over. But mostly what I remember  is how everyone in America was in one mind. One heart. We were closer than we ever were before, or have been since. Kind of ironic.

Kind of beautiful.


Jim Mitchem

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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.