This political battle is pointless. If nothing else, the memory of the attacks should bring us together
I have an uncanny ability to always look at the clock when it’s 9.11. It’s never 9.10 or 9.12. Although 9.11 refers to the time and not the day, it brings me right back to that day, when my husband, Eddie Torres, was murdered at the World Trade Center. At the time, I was seven-and-a-half months pregnant.