In the weeks since the catastrophic earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear crisis struck Japan, we've been horrified by the images we've seen and stories we've read.
My whole life has been one disaster, every time something can go wrong does go wrong, directly or indirectly, big or small, even the weather causes many problems, changing of the seasons,
Living near the river was exciting as a child. We could go fishing, wade in
They're Only Things
The article, "Question Tomodachi's True Value" appeared on page 3 of the April 7th Asahi newspaper. According to the paper, the Japanese government officials are extremely di
Red Room’s Creative Challenge for this week is to blog about how a natural disaster affected my life.
We slept through the worst of the rains. Six inches fell in six hours. The rain gauge told the story next morning, clear as day. But deep into the night and into the soil the water sank.
It was the spring of 1973, and we were living in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
When the 1994 Northridge earthquake hit, we were asleep in our Ontario house, about seventy miles from the epicenter. Scientists had said that there would be a "Big One" (with capitals!
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