Not Enough Buckets

by Teri Hord, contributing writer, In the Aftermath of the Storm: Stories of Hope and Healing. In the Eye of the Storm, published in January, 2018 tells the story of Hurricane Michael's brutal landfall along the Panhandle of Florida on October 10, 2018. A collection of poetry, stories, and images from survivors and residents, In [...]

In the Aftermath of the Storm

In the Aftermath of the Storm

When Hurricane Micheal slammed into our cities last October, he took more with him than just our trees, our businesses, our homes. He took pieces of us. Memories we’d planted long ago. The world outside has moved on. But we, we are still living in the aftermath. Like the many cities destroyed before us by [...]

Let Freedom Ring!

Let Freedom Ring!

I taught American History for fifteen years, but have loved and studied history all my life. Some days I get discouraged when I watch the news and see how much of what was fought for by past generations is now being diluted and distilled in modern times. Yes, I do believe in progress. But not [...]

Category 5

Category 5

We didn’t need the confirmation. We already knew. We felt the devastating winds. Saw with our own eyes, all the storm surge swept away. We’ve lived in the aftermath. Without help. Without relief. Relentlessly. Since that day. We’ve keenly felt the deaths. The catastrophic devastation. The destruction to our homes and cities. Our livelihoods. Our [...]

Inked: The Indelible Draw of Tattoos

Inked: The Indelible Draw of Tattoos

I got my first tattoo at 35. My husband took me. It was small. Just the Japanese symbol for courage. Inked in black on my back. Cliche really. But that one tattoo started me on a journey that I doubt will ever truly end. What can I say? I'm enthralled by ink. That first tattoo [...]

Blank Pages and Memories

She was 17, I was 19 when we began writing our story. We worked together. For the first time.In a clothing store. In the mall. We shared a love of books and fashion over an Orange Julius, or two. Went to aerobics. Had big hair. It was the eighties and we were young.She was 23, I was 25 [...]