The Day I Learned To Knit.

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I left my job 2 days ago.  I was the lead in a successful Off-Broadway show, but it was time for me to move on.  I was burnt out and my understudy was chomping at the bit to fill my shoes.  I agreed to let her start a week earlier than originally planned.

It’s Tuesday, September 11 and I have an audition lined up.  I did the hair, the make-up and found the outfit that best represented me for that particular job.  My loft in Bushwick, Brooklyn has an amazing view of Manhattan.  The entire wall is industrial window from waist height to ceiling.  I feel lucky to have it, since I only pay a dollar a square foot per month. I would argue that it has the best sunrises and sunsets in the city.

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  1. Ninja Mom

    September 11, 2011 at 10:31 am

    This is a perfect piece of writing—your best. It’s beautiful, poignant, even though it’s centered around tragedy. Thanks so much for telling this story. Love it, love you.

  2. Joshua Leeger

    September 11, 2011 at 12:10 pm

    great article Scully…yes, such a strange day…

  3. Jennifer McLester

    September 11, 2011 at 7:01 pm

    That means so much to me. Thank you. You are the best.

  4. Brittany Tallman

    September 13, 2011 at 11:28 am

    Nice article! I was in college at the time and remember in great detail the phone call that came from my mother that morning yelling, “turn the tv on, it’s history in the making!” I was confused, but that’s exactly what it was history in the making and I was glued to the tv watching it all unfold. It truly is hard to believe it has already been 10 years!