So how do you navigate that sense of loss, the trauma of changed expectations, the sense that all the things that you once believed you had a right to are now things you are a supplicant for?
A month after Frankenstorm Sandy struck, battle lines are beginning to be drawn in the wreckage along New York City’s shores.
Recently I been seeing something with my own eyes I haven’t seen for thirty years, other than on a television – gas lines.
We called it Sandy, and it came to tell us we should have listened harder when the first, second, and third disasters showed up.
Meanwhile, a grassroots network of community-run relief stations and free kitchens has sprung up in the wake of Hurricane Sandy. The response began small and grew rapidly.