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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Rockaway rises. (The Rocakways rise?)

My grandmother had a house in Far Rockaway when I was little. I was in my first hurricane out there; I remember standing in the doorway watching the water come up to the second porch step. The powerful wind, the rain going sideways -- it was thrilling and I loved it. I wasn't scared. I lived in the Bronx. We were afraid of some things but I never knew you ever had to be afraid of rain.

This is James Russell's report on the rebuilding of the Rockaways after Sandy.

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