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jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Apr.06.2011
Up to this moment on this lovely spring day, I've lived through only minor ecological and geological disasters.  In my almost fifty years, I've been near, around, close to, and by floods, hurricanes, earthquakes.  In 1989, I clutched my two children as we stood under a door jamb and rode out Loma...
jennifer-kathleen-gibbons's picture
Apr.06.2011
      It was one of the last warm October days. I had the day off from work, so after school Iputtered. I picked up my check from the library. Walked back home, then realized I wasout of dried apricots. I crossed the street to Liz Ann's produce. Bought a bag of driedapricots. The clerk...
cheryl-norman's picture
Apr.06.2011
While I realize the terrible disaster in Japan is on everyone's mind, I recently suffered a personal disaster...and survived. Perhaps you noticed my absence from social networking the past year or so. I took a year off writing (and everything else in my life) when I was diagnosed with breast...
melissa-broadway's picture
Apr.06.2011
August 17, 1969 my father put my brother and me in the car and we set out for home, leaving my mother in Dallas to comfort her dying sister.  We couldn’t stay because we were due back in school the next week and a hurricane was predicted to hit the Keesler Air Force Base and my father needed to be...
laura-emerson's picture
Apr.06.2011
On August 29, 2005 my life was turned upside down. For four days we had been closely watching the progression of Hurricane Katrina. We had been through two hurricanes since living on the Gulf Coast but there was minimal damage. As Katrina came closer though, we began to realize that this was not...
kate-gray's picture
Apr.06.2011
"Get out" was what came in the door. "Fire!" the farmer yelled. Mother was leading me out of the kitchen and up the stairs for my nap. I was six years old, the youngest of six, and the rest of the family was away. After the farmer's yell, we heard the faint bell of our fire...
frances-ayers's picture
Apr.06.2011
In my previous journal entry,I wrote about the fire that took my neighbors life and how I wasn't able to save her.Despite my best efforts,the fire spread and I was forced to leave the apartment.My neighbor died from smoke inhalation.For the first several weeks,I was still pretty much in shock.I...
frances-ayers's picture
Apr.06.2011
    January 7th,2011 was probably one of the saddest days of my life.On that day I faced what was probably the most difficult crisis I've ever had to endure.I thought prior events had prepared me for what I was about to go through,but I was wrong.                For the last five years we had grown...
jt-ellison's picture
Apr.06.2011
It's almost been a year since the flood that ravaged Nashville. The flood that so few people heard about. The flood that changed the way we all look at water, rivers, rain, houses. After the horrors last year, I wrote a few pieces trying to explain our frustration. The piece below is my personal...
jessica-j-murray's picture
Apr.06.2011
In any given era, humanity gives rise to just the right number of heroes, geniuses and saints to keep itself balanced and alive on its checkered evolutionary journey. When it is in crisis, it gives rise to Cassandras. Our epoch is chockablock with them. Some of them even announced the very date of...