I had an application for the Montessori School at the Brooklyn YWCA in front of me, doing the math with various combinations of hours and days trying to figure out how much childcare we could afford. I was getting ready to look for a job. We were still so new to Brooklyn. September was going to be the first month that my husband, daughter and I were all going to be together for a whole month in our own place in our new city since the job transfer from Seattle.
I was looking forward to meeting other moms from the neighborhood who had walking babies the same age as my daughter at the first session of the toddler playgroup at the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church at 11:30 on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.