A Storm Diary

For lo these seven days, our dear child has been without the companionship of other small children, those who share …

November 2, 20– One cannot walk a block without seeing the rat corpses– some festering in lime pits, some spitted …

One hopes to stay warm and dry and well fed, but the unknown beckons. Will we remain exiled from home …

November 1, 20– “But papa,” Adam cries, a fragile awareness of betrayal growing behind his innocent eyes, “I do not …

(Author’s note: I am nigh sick with horror. Men: this is the consequence of spending BUT A SECOND away from your …

October 31, 20–– A thought: as the flood waters retreat, perhaps we shall see this devastation not as a tragedy, …

October 31, 20–– Yesterday, and after no small amount of deliberation, Jennifer and I decided to attempt the journey to …

October 30, 20– The night was tense and squalid. Though wild gales savaged our building, inside, with the windows closed …

Oct. 29, 20– We are in darkness– and the hours hang heavily upon us. The afternoon passed uneventfully. whilst I …

October 29, 20– A leak has sprung in our eastern wall, causing water to trickle through a crack in the …

A Storm Diary, October 29, 20–We have put up provisions for several weeks, thanks largely to my own dear Jennifer’s …