Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Maine Coon Cat Update: The Year of Puffs






It was a year ago yesterday that we lost our awesome cat, Ocho. We believe he was a Maine Coon although having found him as a stray, we were never sure. He had all the typical traits of the Maine Coon: the fur coat with extra layers, the lion like ruff, his behavior more that of the family dog than expected of a cat, greeting us in the driveway when we returned home, his desire to hang with us, and his fondness for water; all reinforced the belief that we had found someone special to share our home.

That day last year two things happened. We had a pellet stove installed and my husband found our cat dead by the side of the road, after two days of looking for him. That day we experienced our first loss as a family. We sat together on the couch that night, feeling the heat blast from the new stove and unable to feel the glow. We all cried.

Over the weeks that followed, through the holidays, it was clear that something was missing in our home. Feline life was needed.


Knowing that I wanted another Maine Coon Cat, I began the research to find a breeder. My daughter and I went to meet a litter of seven kittens bred by Coldstream Cattery in Enfield, Maine. We went in search of a brown tabby male, like our Ocho. We found a gorgeous litter of kittens, six weeks old when we met them, and though we had gone for one kitten . . . we ended up getting two.

Apparently Bella thought her brother needed a bath.

After Christmas we brought them home.

The house was again alive with paws and fur and tails.

Bella and Buzzer are here. 

Bella & Buzzer snooze


I wrote about our first few weeks in this blog post from last year. Today I felt an update was needed. The kittens just had their first birthday. Things we’ve learned about these two Maine Coon Cats:

1.                  2 cats from the same litter can have 2 very distinct personalities.
2.                  3 cats of the same breed can have 3 very distinct personalities.
3.                  1 sweet little silver tabby girl cat can grow into a loudmouth, pushy, demanding, hyper focused, in your face kind of cat.

Bella "the Bell" is a silver tabby - here about 12 weeks old

4.                  That same sweet little silver tabby girl cat can also purr very loudly, be empathetic and attentive, and desperately need to be with her people.
5.                  1 shy boy cat can grow into a shy adult male cat who is a bit skittish and hesitant, must be bribed to purr, and defaults to his sister when its time to eat.

Buzzer "Buzzy Boy" beginning to claim his place in the house.

6.                  That shy boy can also make regular routine of jumping on your shoulders and laying there when he’s feeling the love, curls himself into a bowl on top of the refrigerator to nap, and plays fetch with a rubber ball, returning it like a puppy. 

Bella in the bowl; Buzz stretching out.


So we love our little kittens. We still miss Ocho and won’t forget him. I still sometimes look to see if he’s trotting into the driveway when I get home. Bella and Buzz are different from him and from each other. I guess it’s a study in nature vs. nurture of sorts.

Here are some photos of our year together:

My daughter with her new friends.

Bella's favorite toy is a sparkly puff ball and she loves to hide them and find them.

Like babies, sometimes the box is more fun.

A nice spot in the sunny bay window. It includes a great view of the birdfeeders.

One of Buzz's favorite spots is the top of the file cabinet in my office.

Bella prefers the window box for an afternoon nap.
I hope you've enjoyed the Coon Cat update. I'll post more photos now and then.








Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Benefits of Travel for Teens




a teen's view of the white house . . .


What is the best age for kids to travel?  It could be argued that travel is good for a person at any age. The benefits of travel, whether within the U.S. or abroad, are wide ranging. The opportunity to see the world beyond your comfortable circumference opens your eyes and your mind. It increases tolerance and fosters understanding. It doesn’t have to be a far away land, world trekking adventure that makes a difference in your life. Travel and education are invariably intertwined. Even a trip across town can be educational if coupled with the right mindset.

You go. You learn. You come back home with a little more understanding of how the world works, how it got to be the way it is, and you lose a bit of the fear of the unknown, because after traveling to a place, its not so unknown.
viewing the canyons of southern California

Traveling as a family, whether the children are toddlers or teens, enriches us all. The time spent together, of course, is important, but the shared experiences are what make traveling with your family something that binds you. You create memories that serve to connect you as a family. It’s not necessarily the big things – visiting the monuments and historic sites – that make the journey a series of lessons. 

on the ferry to the statue of liberty, with Manhattan in the background.

Just the process of a trip, from the planning to the unpacking, is an educational experience. In the planning stages, it may well be the adults that make the decisions about the where and the when, but as a parent, you know you don’t make those choices without taking your children into consideration, whether you ask for their opinions or not. Their age level, abilities and interests determine so much of the logistics of travel. Will they be able to handle being in an airport for a 3 hour layover without having a meltdown? Can they carry their own luggage? Would an additional day or two in a particular city allow you to visit the sites you know they’d love?

calling home from a pay phone in Mexico
My friend Tom is an eighth grade history teacher. When we asked him at what age he thought that a child would benefit most from visiting historical sites, he quickly answered that the years between seventh and tenth grades are best for educational travel. His answer comes from knowing that the curriculum in those grades revolves around the history of western civilization in broad terms. In school, kids learn about the wars and the cultures of the ages that have determined life as we know it. They don’t always see it that way, but a good teacher can make all the difference. A good teacher makes it fun to learn, striving to make a connection between the student and the point in history being taught. I’m sure that in today’s world, full of buzzing and bells, screen time and constant stimulation, a student’s ability to grasp onto a piece of what brought us to this point in history is diminished by the noise. The way to get through the din is to create a connection and one of the best ways to do that is by experiencing history on a more organic, tactical level, through travel. 

the Gettysburg Address at the Lincoln Memorial

Though history is well documented, augmented and argued, it’s tough to make it stick without an association to it. It all seems so long ago and far away. That’s where travel can have a huge impact. Take the bits of the history that trickle through the chaos of middle and high schools, mix it with a hands on experience with the place where history happened and you have a bona fide connection that translates to learning, whether they realize it or not.

And it’s not just in the case of history. There’s poetry to be absorbed in Edgar Allen Poe’s city of Baltimore. There’s science, meteorology, archeology to be see at Mount St Helens. You can "feel the flutter" of the butterfly enclosure at the Smithsonian's Natural History Museum.  There are Mayan ruins on the high cliffs above the Caribbean beaches of the Yucatan in Mexico.

Immigrant's luggage at Ellis Island

The grade levels that my friend Tom suggested are often a point in between the first exposure a kid has to a particular event and the more detailed study that happens in the later grades. When my daughter was in the fourth grade, her class did an extended project on Ellis Island. The students were first taught about the countries that were the homes of immigrants arriving there and had to select a character from them. My daughter chose a girl from the French countryside. They next had to research clothing from the time period so that they could portray their characters and tell their stories as applied to entering the U.S. at Ellis Island. On presentation day, families were invited to the classrooms of the fourth graders, where each class was a different station in the process of entry. Students, dressed in costume, told tales of their journeys and what they may have brought from their home countries, of hardships endured and of hope for the future.


entry ledger at Ellis Island
 Fast forward nearly four years and to our visit this past summer to Ellis Island. My husband, daughter and I arrived at Ellis Island by ferry from Liberty State Park in New Jersey. Upon entering the building, we took advantage of the free audio tour available. First exhibit: a considerable stack of luggage; trunks, satchels, crates and baskets served to illustrate methods of containment for immigrant’s precious items brought to this new world that we would see later on in the tour. We stood in the entry hall, heard voices and sounds as they were so many years ago. Medical exams and educational assessment, white tiled rooms that divided families and generations, stories of so many lives that passed through there. We saw graffiti on the walls left by people who waited there to be notified of their acceptance. The building and the grounds were overwhelming with sounds and promise. Towards the end of the tour, exhibits of propaganda posters and governmental advocacy highlighted the turning of the public against free immigration, some calling out to stop the onslaught, to essentially build a wall. It taught us all that the struggles of Americans and of those who wish to be Americans look and sound must as they do now, only different ports of entry and different countries of origin.  

Liberty has her flame; my daughter her phone
My daughter moved on ahead of us in the tour, anxious for the next chapter. It was hard to keep up with her. When eighth grade began this fall, she was excited to tell me that they will be studying Ellis Island in her social studies class and that she stopped by the teacher’s desk on her way out of class that first day to tell him that she had been there. Yesterday she told me how much she likes her social studies class this year, which thrilled me since it’s been a subject she’s struggled with in the past.

It is expected when visiting historic sites that some education seeps in. One would hope that would happen.




But there’s more to travel that educates on a whole different level.



The exposure to people, places, food, methods of transport, cultural expectations, and societal differences whether two states removed from home or half way around the world has an impact on the way a kid views life from there on in. If it removes even one layer of fear travel is worthwhile. 

Learning patience at the airport - both parties here needed the education.
 There are lessons along the way that as adults we might glaze over. Reading maps and road signs, maneuvering through an airport, checking into a hotel, riding a subway, hailing a cab, skyscrapers and projects, backyards of chickens and goats and donkeys that roam freely, landscapes that surprise in their variation, there are so many nuances of living on this planet that are a little less intimidating when you’ve experienced them yourself. You might be surprised at the things that kids notice on a journey. You might also learn something yourself.

a little fun with distortion . . Liberty perched high above.
 In my travel experiences with my family, we’ve found that the memories and experience gained far outweigh any concerns about the costs. We all look at the Statue of Liberty a bit differently now that we’ve been there and stood at her feet as she gazes out over the harbor. We laugh about the outburst of a fellow passenger on the small ferry we took from Manhattan to New Jersey. The three of us reminisce about the awesome handmade tacos we had at the tiny restaurant in the jungle when we visited an attraction nearby. When we see the Hollywood sign on the hills above Los Angeles, we remember that twisty narrow road we took to get up as close to it as you can drive and the haze that hung over the city in the heat that day. We’ve often seen a location in a movie or on TV that we visited in the canyons of California where directors use the unusually shaped boulders as backdrop for scenes that range from the Flintstones to Armageddon. 

Is it Bedrock or an alien planet? This canyon has been both.

at Madame Tusseau's she got to meet Will Smith . . sort of

Hollywood behind her, the future is bright

 The point is that travel changes you for the better. It educates, illuminates, and connects us to one another. It diminishes fears and increases confidence and understanding. With such focus in the coming months on giving, it could be an opportunity to give an experience rather than a thing. No you can’t hold an adventure in your hands and squirrel it away for safe keeping. You can end up possessing much more and having a deeper understanding and connection to the world around us and to your family. 

Civil rights lesson at the Smithsonian

Mr. Moose and Bunny Rabbit were certainly part of MY history.

Earlier entertainment


That’s a gift too big to wrap. Travel is the only thing we can buy that makes us richer. 

On Ellis Island



Just a few of the things teens can learn from travelling:

  • Exchanging money – the US dollar vs the world’s currencies.
  • Overcoming or adapting to language barriers by necessity; i.e. having to ask where the bathroom is or ordering food in a restaurant.
  • Differences and similarities in foods, dress styles, architecture, and transportation.
  • That the landscapes and terrain may be worlds apart in a different part of the country or the world but a smile is universal.
holding up the Washington Monument
 
My daughter has been invited to participate in a student ambassador program next summer that will include her in a group of teens from the area traveling to the United Kingdom. The group will visit England, Scotland, Wales, and both Northern Ireland and Ireland. They will participate in educational activities, confidence and team building exercises, some community service, a home stay with a local family, and even get a tour of Parliament in London by a member of Parliament. The program is run through People to People. Students who participate are responsible to raise the funds needed. Therefore she and I have been exploring fundraising initiatives, such as bake sales. Follow her progress at www.follownolasjourney.blogspot.com


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Monday, October 1, 2012

On the road: I love hotels



Comfy bed at Sheraton Fort Lauderdale Beach Hotel



I love hotels.  It may sound strange but I do.  Maybe it’s all the hoteliness of it all.  The beds made with fresh sheets and extra pillows.  The shower and tub all sparkly clean with nice fluffy towels.  All of the efficient, little shampoos and soaps.  And the best – the very best part – is that I don’t have to clean up!  The used towels disappear, the beds get made, and all is reset as if by elves.  

Awesome bed at Boston Park Plaza hotel

  Okay, I know that not all hotels are perfect and traveling on a budget as I do, I’ve had my share of crappy hotel stays.  I read reviews and check out the star ratings of the places I stay and do my best to select locations that are safe, clean, and try hard, even if they’re not part of the chain hotels.  I think that’s important.  On vacation, we stayed at the Americana Hotel in Arlington VA.  TripAdvisor.com reviewers said it was run down, yes, but inexpensive in an expensive market (Washington DC) and clean and friendly.  For the most part, they were right.  The front desk staff was attentive and very helpful, not acquiring the glazed over look of the frazzled, phone juggling, direction giving, name tag wearing, maintenance calling, folks I’ve met in some of the chains.  The breakfast area in the lobby looked recently remodeled but a bit cramped, but you can tell they were trying . . . donuts, muffins, cereal and good hot coffee.  We stayed there after having spent a week in a Wyndham Clubs resort in Williamsburg, VA, which was awesome, spacious, and generous, like a perfect little home away from home for us.   

In room coffee at Seaport Boston Hotel

So in comparison, the Americana Hotel in Arlington had a few things that were starkly differentiating.  Much smaller space (2 br condo vs. 1 room hotel with 3 people and perhaps you get the picture), no refrigerator or microwave (these are things I’m coming to require in a room-maybe I’m asking too much), really – I mean really – small bathroom with very little counter space or shelf space to put out our toiletries, a rattling and noisy air conditioner, and kind of a damp mustiness that I may have been imagining, but probably not.  But in its defense, the room at the Americana Hotel, had a great flowing shower and that noisy air conditioner kept the steamy summer temps nice and cool.  And with rates at just over half the cost of other hotels in the area, I can see why it is a regular traveler’s favorite in the area.  I would recommend it if you can deal with the dated but squeaky clean yellow tile in the bathroom and the not flat screen TV.  If you’re looking for a place to crash after a day of visiting the Smithsonian Museums and other capitol sites, this was fine.  It was within walking distance to the Metro and a mall and plenty of restaurants.  

Bed at Hampton Inn Chicopee MA

The hotel I’m staying in at the moment is the Hampton Inn in Chicopee, Massachusetts.  I’m here because the tourism organization that I work for, The Maine Highlands, is exhibiting at The Big E, which I wrote about a couple of weeks ago, in anticipation of my pilgrimage.  New in my position last year, I hadn’t booked rooms for my group as far in advance as is needed and found myself booking here in Chicopee which is a bit further from the fairgrounds than most exhibitors like to be, therefore rooms were available at the last minute.  This year I booked a room closer to the fair for my volunteers, but having had a great experience here last year, booked myself at the Hampton Inn in Chicopee.  

When I got here yesterday afternoon, I was really glad I did book here.  Within the last year, the lobby has had a fabulous makeover.  They moved the free breakfast zone from the main lobby area to a separate room off of the lobby.  The free breakfast is one of the draws for me.  Another is the free hot coffee available 24/7.  At night, I get 2 cups robust coffee black to take to my room.  I like to have coffee first thing in the morning, and am not into getting dressed to go downstairs for coffee.  When my husband is with me, he does that (he’s one of those morning people) but on my own, I get the coffee, some creamers, and a cup of tea for that evening, then in the morning, I microwave the coffee (I know I know – not everyone likes microwave coffee and I’m usually one of those people but I’d rather have microwaved coffee than have to get dressed).  The room, a regular room, not a suite or anything, is comfortable, feels clean, and has the stuff I love in a hotel room – fridge, microwave, large desk with free wifi – a huge plus – beds with four pillows on each bed, a fluffy white duvet, a cool lap desk so I can write in bed, big TV with Showtime, and nice complimentary toiletries like shampoo, conditioner, lotion, and mouthwash.  Plenty of towels, lots of light, a big comfy chair, huge closet, and rooms to spread out all my stuff.  I travel with a lot of stuff.  Breakfast this morning was a filling mix of scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, one of those pour-flip-sizzle waffles, mixed fresh fruit, and yep, more coffee.  They also had a three tiered display case of pastries, muffins, bagels and breads and three kinds of cereal.  I like to fill up at breakfast so that I can go for a while without having to stop to eat. 
Oh and the showers . . . its so nice to take a shower without that pesky having-to-leave-hot-water-for-others thing. 

The absolute best thing:  I don’t have to do dishes.  

Or slice or chop or negotiate and serve.  

efficiency kitchen at Best Western Chocolate Lake Halifax NS
It’s a mini vacation.  Ok, I haven’t been lounging by the pool or waiting in lines for a thrill ride or museum, but the little niceties of a good hotel room make it feel like that.  At home, there’s always some nagging chore that needs attention, something I have to tend to, work to be done.  In a hotel room that work might still need doing but unless you took it with you, you simply can’t do it.  You MUST sink back into the pillows and mush your mind with Honey Boo-Boo.  And in the morning, there’s no delay that comes from starting a load of laundry before work or getting the recycling out before the truck rolls around the corner. 
So for you my dear readers, I will suffer through trade show season staying at a variety of hotels along the way and when I can pull myself out of the plush mountain of pillows, I will write about them. 
I’d love to hear about what you love about hotels.    

Big pile of pillows at Hampton Inn
   

Written at the smooth and spacious desk in room 216 Hampton Inn Chicopee Massachusetts. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

What’s Happening in Maine this weekend: Sept 15th & 16th 2012






There are so many times that I wish I actually was super woman, capable of being in many places at one time or able to handle some serious multitasking. Most of the time that crosses my mind it’s because I’m spinning too many plates and in danger of crashing.

This time it’s due to my desire to be able to attend more than one of the fun things going on in Maine this weekend. Our state is incredibly vast in size and offerings, so choose wisely!

Portland Head Light


One of the coolest things going on is happening all over Maine. It’s Maine Lighthouse Day, this Saturday September 15th. This is the day that some of our famous and some of our little known lighthouses are open for the day and you can visit and tour them. The U.S. Coast Guard, the State of Maine and the American Lighthouse Foundation come together to sponsor and orchestrate this event each year. If you’re into lighthouses or visiting along the coast and want to check one out, here’s where you can find information.Maine Lighthouse Day


Mt Katahdin from Sandy Stream Pond


In one of my favorite parts of the state – the Katahdin area – is a fabulous festival that starts today.  It’s the Trails End Festival.  All trails lead to Millinocket this weekend.  Mt Katahdin is the northern end of the US Appalachian Trail, or the AT.  For those who’ve hiked any portion of this trail, you know how demanding it can be and certainly could see the desire for celebration upon completion.  The Trails End Festival will offer live music, food, a parade, a chili cookoff, and also the opportunity to do some gold star earning work on the trail.  Check out the whole schedule at their website www.trailsendfestival.org


Stephen King's house in Bangor

Stephen King Fans!  This tour only takes place a few times each year and Sunday September 16th is one of those times.  Author Stephen King lives in Bangor and over the years has set many of his novels in Maine.  This tour is a gotta-go for you if you’ve ever wondered “where in Maine is that?”  

Get on the Tommyknockers and More Bus Tour and find out. Join your guide on an air conditioned motorcoach for a tour of Bangor as seen through the books and movies of Stephen King. You'll see where Ellie saw the "Skinny Santa". You'll see the "Sematary" where Stephen King presided over the funeral of Missy Dandridge. Do you dare stop in "the Barrens"?Tickets are $20 per person. Tour is on an air conditioned motorcoach bus. All reservations must be pre-paid prior to space being confirmed. www.VisitBangorMaine.com 207.947.5205

 

Bring on the pink!  Sunday is the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Bangor

The Bangor Race for the Cure is the largest 5K run/walk in the State of
Maine, drawing about 5,000 participants and raising over $250,000 for
the Komen Maine Affiliate each year.  Preregistration and t shirt pick up is at a new location this year: Broadway shopping center.  Race day registration and the race itself is on the Bangor waterfront, Broad Street and Front Street in Bangor.  Registration opens at 7:30 with the race warm up at 9:45am.  Here are the complete details:  Komen Race for the Cure Bangor

Maine Coon kittens

 Another good feeling kind of happening this weekend is the Whisker Walk to raise money for the Human Society of Knox County.  Saturday, September 15 in Harbor Park, Rockland from 9:30-2:00.  Beyond the walk and the view there will be food, fun pet contests, raffles, an agility demo, kids crafts, a bounce house, and live music.  More info here:  www.hskcme.org
 

Yet another pet related event is taking place this weekend in Biddeford.  Friday, September 14 to Sunday, September 16; 11 a.m. to 5 p.m at PetSmart in Biddeford.  National Adoption Weekend will be held in Biddeford Sept. 14-16 (Fri, Sat & Sun). The Mobile Adoption Team will visit with adoptable dogs from 11 a.m.-1 p.m. on Saturday. Adoptable cats will also be at the store. Adoption counselors will be available in the store on Thursday: 5-7 p.m., Friday: 9 a.m.-Noon, Saturday: Noon-5 p.m., and Sunday: Noon-5 p.m. For more information, call Animal Welfare Society at (207) 985-3244 or PetSmart at 283-6546.  Website:animalwelfaresociety.org

Ok --- is that a ton of great stuff to do or what?  Now Go!!


Monday, September 10, 2012

Remember Vanessa: A visit to the 9/11 Memorial in New York City








She was just two years old.  On the way to bring her to my mother's so I could go to work, I had a flat tire.  Her father came to meet me and fix the tire, while I entertained a two year old by the side of a country road in Lyman Maine.  The tire fixed, I got her buckled into her car seat.  The radio came on when I started the car and its then that I heard it.  I had been listening to Imus in the Morning.  Don Imus was talking about how many people worked in the World Trade Center, how many could be affected, how many hurt.  No one knew how far reaching this was going to become. 

We all have our memories of that day.  I wasn’t born when Kennedy was shot.  I was too young when Armstrong stepped onto the moon’s surface.  I have a vague memory of Nixon’s resignation, only because my father told me that I’d read about it in my history books. 

My little daughter doesn’t remember that she was asleep on the couch when I sat with my parents in their living room and saw the south tower crumble.  I can recall my father’s long low whistle, the one he uses when he sees something incredible, natural devastation or an unfathomable horror.

Here we are, so many years later, and watching the story unfold again as the anniversary nears reminds me not only of how fortunate I am to have been able to sit safely with my parents that day, with my little girl, my vibrant, sweet, healthy little girl, asleep within sight.  I’ve been able to watch her grow up and have enjoyed the every day things with her.  I have lived my life seemingly unaffected by the day.

But aren’t we all affected?  Its not just the changes in airline regulations or the New York skyline, yet those are regular reminders.  The mindset of the world is different.  We as Americans came together to mourn and then set out for restitution.    


In August, our family vacation was off to a wonderful start.  A beautiful Saturday morning, we left Maine, heading for New York.  We had plans to visit Ellis Island, the Statue of Liberty, and with enough time, the 9/11 Memorial site.  We found out that although free to visit, you must make reservations to enter the grounds.  We took to ferry from Liberty Island to Battery Park and walked the few blocks to the site.  The line to enter the Memorial wound around and through several security checkpoints.  Once cleared, the clamoring of the crowd in line was hushed in reverence.  Entering the park like setting is unsettling in a way.  How can one person possibly absorb everything this space means?  The waterfalls that mark the footprints of the buildings seem to have been designed so that no matter how tall, a human cannot see the bottom of the falls.  It just pours endlessly.  I think that the sound of rushing water is an appropriate diversion from the sounds of the city around it.  How else to create a silence of sorts?  Piped in music would not have worked here.  Who could decide what would play?  What is right for one is not for another. 

We walked around and read names.  Someone had left flowers near one of the victims names.  It made me wonder whether that was a regular occurrence, whether somewhere in a room at the Port Authority offices, there is a collection of items left in remembrance.  



The names of all of the victims who were killed that day are there; the people in the buildings and those who went in to save them, those in the Pentagon and those killed in Pennsylvania.  Some of the names sounded familiar; perhaps they had been singled out for their actions or their strength. 

The names that made me stop and take a breath were trailed by “and her unborn child”, like this one.  Many women died here.  Many of them were mothers.  None so clear to me as those women. 



Maybe to me, it helps to find one story to focus on in this post.  This is what I found out about one of the women who died “and her unborn child.” 


 Vanessa Lang Langer was 29 years old and from Yonkers, NY. (Born: Bronx, New York). Vanessa worked for Regus Plc on the 93rd floor in the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

On September 11, 2001, Vanessa, who was four months pregnant, escaped from the South Tower. However, her quest for survival had fallen short. She ran as the South Tower collapsed. She did not make it. Her body, and in it the small body of her unborn child, was pulled from the rubble of the fallen tower on September 24th, just ten feet from an alley between Towers IV and V.

Vanessa's husband, Tim, fell into a spiral of alcohol abuse after the death of his wife and unborn child. He died of liver failure in 2005. He was 34.


The phrase "and her unborn child" follows the names of the expectant mothers -- who also include Monica Rodriguez Smith, 35, of Seaford, who was working her last day before maternity leave when she was killed in the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, and that of Jennifer L. Howley, 34, of New Hyde Park, who was expecting her first child in January 2002 when she died in the towers.

Vanessa’s story is so sad in so many ways.  Not only was she killed as she was so close to escaping, the story goes on to destroy her husband as well, years later.  Vanessa’s mother has been a vocal advocate for the 9/11 commission and investigation of the disaster.  How far does the web of pain thread in her family, amongst her friends?  What might her child have gone on to do in his life?  How would this world be different?

Today let’s honor Vanessa, her child and her husband for all that might have been.