What I’ll do with the anniversary no one wants to celebrate.

A young woman lights a candle at Union Square, 9/13/01. Photo by Tony Gale.

I was working as a receptionist on Wall Street and had been at my desk for just a few minutes when it all started. After a long, horrific, and bizarre day, I walked the Brooklyn Bridge to my friend’s place in Prospect Heights (I wrote the whole story in depth elsewhere). I spent the next few days in shock, like most of us, before going back to work in Lower Manhattan again. People in…