Surviving the Storm of a Lifetime … Again is featured in our December 2018 issue. This is part four of a four-part feature: The Approach, The Landfall, The Aftermath.
As long as Hurricane Florence seemed to last, the wake the hurricane leaves behind endures even longer — for weeks, months — in a cacophony of chainsaws, blowers, and roofing hammers. Gargantuan machines scoop roadside mountains of debris into high, slab-sided black trailers, and, one truckload at a time, the wreckage disappears. Each day, a little more beauty returns.
But here’s the thing: As awful as Hurricane Florence was, it has brought us together. Everyone has a storm story, and sharing them creates a common language of survival.
We remain mindful of those who have lost homes, cars, belongings — and, in a few cases, loved ones.
We remain grateful to the first responders, Red Cross volunteers, and linemen in their bucket trucks.
Ultimately, it was our neighbors across the Wilmington and Brunswick County who stepped up, disregarding their differences, sharing food and water, taking in the displaced, reaching into their wallets on behalf of those in need. Finally, out of the havoc of Hurricane Florence comes a communal gesture of grace.
Read Surviving Hurricane Florence: The Approach
The influence of a mother’s love — and sometimes her recipes — can be found in restaurant kitchens and on plates in dining rooms across North Carolina.
The oldest hotel in North Carolina was saved from the wrecking ball and has returned to its former glory on the square in downtown Burnsville.
For one family, summiting Stone Mountain is a tradition that strengthens the bond between parent and child.
When a young chef met an aspiring farmer, the two formed a friendship as strong as their love of the land and all it provides.
