Bluest Skies in September

The sky on Tuesday was clear blue perfection. A Tuesday, even—and so I thought, of course, about that impossibly blue sky 11 years earlier when our sense of what we could trust fell out from under us. I thought about how unable I was to know what I could say about the world to my oldest son, then starting kindergarten.

I remember that he guessed the planes hit the big buildings by accident. I really knew of nothing more to do than nod.

Fast forward to Tuesday: surrounded by people eating pies and raising money to double the food stamps’ benefits at the Tuesday farmers’ Market and all I could think was you can build your own faith back bite by sweet bite in a community where people help each other. You can smile as you do it. That’s really how change works; that’s how you find hope—and it’s beautiful.

Best Pie as judged by our Mayor

Mim’s the assistant manager at Tuesday Market, pie contest runner too

Deryn and her mom’s most beautiful pie

Emily, Mickey, Pie

Wiley has a snack

My friend Millie was more interested in me than the Mayor’s announcement

Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser

Author: Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser

Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser's work has appeared on the New York Times, Salon, and the Manifest Station amongst other places. Find her on Twitter @standshadows

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