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“I used to believe in civilization, but now I know better,” Fritz says. We are both standing on ladders, arms stretched up to the ceiling, putting up fresh panels in his flooded basement. My job is to hold a piece of sheetrock against the rafters while he drills…
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I slept through my first hurricane. Frederic struck late at night, and I was barely five years old and worn out from a long day of trailing my parents as they prepared for the storm--“battening down the hatches,” as they called it.By the time we bedded down in the hallway,…
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The FEMA man has an electronic clipboard and an electronic pen, and he taps away as I answer his questions. “Robbi your real name?” he says. “Not short for Roberta or Robin or something?” “Nope,” I say. “My name is Robbi.” …
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Soap operas were about grown-ups, and the people making out in the halls were twelve-year-olds; it was clear from the teachers' and principals' reactions that no one was lining up to put these kids on daytime television.
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Two summers ago, there was a flickering moment, before my conscience kicked in, when I considered setting fire to this house.
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I slept through my first hurricane.
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The Saturday morning before Hurricane Katrina hits, my phone starts ringing before dawn, but I am slow to wake.
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I was going to explain how it was all pre-planned, how we’d bought the boat for me to live on while she rediscovered herself in the slums of southeast Asia. How she needed to “do her own thing” for a bit, hang with the forsaken souls of the world, h
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It is like being the Earth, covered with a crust that is miles in depth, trying to explain to a cloud what it feels like to be afraid of your own lava.
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It is like being the Earth, covered with a crust that is miles in depth, trying to explain to a cloud what it feels like to be afraid of your own lava.
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