Becoming a Fearless Girl in NYC
I woke up to an alarm going off at 6 a.m. WHAT was going on???? I didn’t set an alarm and I was on vacation! Of course, as soon as I was awake, excitement overtook me and I was ready to see the city. It was a free day, so my adventures in the City began. It was cool and still drizzly outside, but I could feel the sun would pop out soon. I knew where my destination was, but had really no clue on how to get there. I just walked, looking at whatever I felt like. I passed the New York City Public Library, then finally got to Grand Central Station. I hadn’t ridden a subway in 15 years and really had no idea what to do.
I went down into the train area like I knew what I was doing. Someone was friendly enough to tell me which train would take me close to the 9/11 Memorial. This was always going to be my first destination. I had been in NYC in 2002 just months after 9/11, and saw the destruction it left at Ground Zero. I needed to go back for some kind of closure to that. I hopped on the train and was off. I then heard, “Brooklyn Bridge”. Thinking I was going into Brooklyn, I decided to hop off at the next stop, which ended up being 14th and Union Square. I left the subway station to hit the street and had no clue where I was. I am telling you now, Google Maps is USELESS in NYC. I can’t tell you how many times it had me turned around.
Finally realizing I had no idea where I was, I decided to get a cab. The cabbie got me to the Memorial and I just stared a minute. Where there had been nothing more than the destruction of buildings and lives who had perished, stood a small park. I slowly walked toward it with anticipation and almost dread. I came up on the North Pool. It was beautiful in a very haunting way. I stood looking and listening to the water fall over the walls for a long time. Then I touched the names. Immediately the energy of everything that happened there hit me like a brick. I was overcome with intense sorrow. I looked around at people taking pictures and selfies, smiling. I couldn’t imagine even trying to smile right then. I walked further and saw a single white rose rising from the name of one of those lost that a day. Maria Jakubiak. I thought of the loved one that put that there and how the pain never ended. I had to step back. I have heard that the museum was amazing, but after the unsettling energy that the Pools gave me, I couldn’t bring myself to go in. I decided to move on. I took one last look and said a prayer. Maria and the thousands of others….We will not forget.
I passed old churches and cemeteries that I wondered in and out of and then I was on Wall Street. There was the bull! I moved on to Battery Park. I wanted to see Our Lady Liberty. I walked around Battery Park, out toward the Bay, and there she was, seemingly so tiny out there. The Statue of Liberty who welcomed so many into this great country. I had to take a pic with Kelar’s favorite Pokemon card, per his request. He had me on a hunt for Statue of Liberty silly putty as his souvenir (I can tell you now, I never found it and was asked several times if the was something “new”). I walked back up Wall Street and saw the “Fearless Girl”. Since I was taking on NYC on my own, I was feeling pretty fearless and took a selfie with her. My publisher had asked me to lunch in Rockefeller Center, so I decided it was time to head back to Upper Manhattan. Google got me lost again, but on my walk there, I passed St. Patrick’s Cathedral. It was beautiful! Had a wonderful lunch with my publisher, in Rockefeller Center, right where they ice skate in the winter. Beautiful day and great company! Perfect! After lunch, I headed back to the hotel. I spent the rest of the evening just exploring Times Square. I saw my girl Wonder Woman’s...huge shout out on the Times Square billboards. But by that point, I was feeling like my own version of Wonder Woman! - Cari
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About the Author
Cari Pointer first became interested in writing children’s books while taking a creative writing class during high school in the small southern town of Puxico, Missouri. She went on to attend Missouri State University in Springfield, Missouri, where her career interests turned toward helping ensure the safety and welfare of children. Cari has been working as a child welfare advocate for the State of Missouri for over a decade. In addition to working full time as a professional child welfare advocate, she is the mother of two growing boys. Her boys inspired the Hey Mom book series with their endless amount of the “hey mom, can yous”. In 2015, with the support of her husband and two boys, Cari decided to pursue her dream of writing her first children’s book. With her role as a published children’s book author, Cari has a new tool to use in her continued advocacy for children. Cari encourages other aspiring authors to live a life with “Big Dreams, No Regrets”, as she has. Follow her Hey, Mom blog http://www.sbgpublishing.com/category/hey-mom-blog/