I was nine when Hurricane Hugo hit Charleston. We had just moved to James Island, a tiny island suburb of the city, the summer before from The Bronx so I had no reference point for a hurricane.
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I was nine when Hurricane Hugo hit Charleston. We had just moved to James Island, a tiny island suburb of the city, the summer before from The Bronx so I had no reference point for a hurricane.
It didn’t have to be this way.
Anger is like air now. I don’t smell it, I don’t feel it, I don’t even realize that I’m breathing it in. It’s simply a part of me - like oxygen. At first, it motivated me. I created and supported and wrote and cooked and loved so fiercely.
Everyone’s right.
Everyone’s wrong.
And none of us, not a single one of us are handling this well. We’re definitely not handling it well all the time.
Before this latest global pandemic, it already felt like the world was coming apart at the seams. Most moms were already overwhelmed…