In 1990, I was about to compete in a high school track championship at UCONN Storrs when they announced on the loudspeaker that the Gulf War had started.
On September 11, 2001, My husband woke me from our bed in San Diego, CA to tell me the horrifying news. I screamed at him, "You're not f#$** funny, that doesn't happen in America!"
In March 2003, I was sitting in a hotel room in Boston, crying, watching, Bush's Shock and Awe strike on Iraq.
On November 4, 2008 I cried tears of joy in our home in Vancouver, WA: