I grew up in Toronto where I met my husband Arron in 1986. We married in 1990 and then lived around the world - Brussels, London, Boston - before settling in Montclair, NJ where we were happily raising our two kids, Olivia, 6 and Carter, 2 until one sunny September day, when Arron went off to work, later calling me to tell me a bomb had gone off in The World Trade Center where he was attending a trade show. I never spoke with him again.Thus at the ripe old age of 38, two years after that very fateful day, I began writing down everything I could remember about the two years I had just lived through. In 2005, I moved myself and our two kids to Seattle, WA in order to begin anew. I took a writing course and wrote some more and then by sheer happenstance wound up with my book, The Alchemy of Loss being published.Like widow(er)s everywhere this is my unintentional life. Perhaps we all lead unintentional lives. I'm beginning to believe so.My kids are now 18 and 14, happy, secure, funny. But every now and then, that roller coaster still mounts those steep inclines and plunges us into sheer drops.