Longing for the Softer Side of Hurricanes
A Continent Away from Horrible Destruction, I Miss the Familial Routines of My South Florida Childhood
After school, whenever I walked into my family’s home in Davie, Florida, I was always reminded of 1992’s Hurricane Andrew, which decimated nearly 64,000 homes some 60 miles away in the city of Homestead. Andrew—all Floridians are on a first name basis with their hurricanes—still lived on via the duct tape my uncle had applied to our jalousie windows. Even after the tape was removed, a large X of residue remained that my mother never bothered to scrub off.
Two things are funny about this: First, I didn’t actually experience …
