You don’t want to read the post that I’ve been writing in my head. You don’t. Because it is about how even though we got our power back yesterday, I still think I smell urine everywhere. Did I type smell? I meant stench. I really missed flushing the toilet. A lot. Or the suggestions Mama had for me in that regard. Things that I am too traumatized to type out, but included phrases like “defecate” and “plastic bag” and “throw in trash” and “like a Girl Scout.” I don’t know what kind of Girl Scouts they had in Russia, but I’m never eating another Thin Mint again.
But I’m not going to write about that today, because I have an urgent plea. And you know that whenever I get serious, it’s going to cost you.
Because whereas I have heat and power and food, some NYC residents are suffering tremendously. The Far Rockaways have been devastated by Hurricane Sandy and the residents have almost nothing. They need food. They need blankets. Their babies need diapers and formula. I have a special spot for Far Rockaway because my grandfather, Papa’s father, lived there when he moved to the United States in the 1990s until his death.
I know that many of us are frustrated and are looking for a way to help. The incredible J. Courtney Sullivan spent the day in the Rockaways on Saturday and saw the devastation, and the cold and the hunger. And helped people. And then she set up a site about how the rest of us can help, regardless of whether we are local or not. If you are not local, you can send the supplies, donate money via a website or order the supplies to be sent on Amazon. Please, please check it out and do what you can to help.
If you are able to make a donation, and are a blogger and/or business owner, please email me at MarinkaNYC@gmail.com and I’ll be happy to put your link up in my sidebar as a small token of my appreciation.
Thank you for reading.