Voices from the Storm

An arctic blast had come down the mountains, the kind of cold that North Carolina does not really have the vocabulary for. Wind that went through a coat like it

In the beginning, I told everyone this would take two weeks. That was the plan, if you can even call it a plan. The coalition would throw everything we had

We answered a question nobody had assigned to us, with a team we did not have, using a plan that did not exist. When Brandi called and said she needed

A short note from Love: I was not at Sacred Heart. I was three hours away on the phone, running numbers, writing grants, trying to keep the whole thing from

September 2, 2026, by Love Anderson Two years ago this week, when the rain finally slowed and the size of what had happened started to come clear, I want to

It had been raining for days before Hurricane Helene ever had a name in our mouths.

Now that Nourishing Resilience is over, I feel sad. I still feel wounded, still hurt, still carrying the trauma of where all this began. And I feel not done. The