One year ago tonight, my stepfather stood on our neighbor’s deck, watching as the ocean slowly devoured our home. Like a hundred of Miley Cyrus's wrecking balls, an 8-foot swell had already smashed...

A father and son sit silhouetted against a fire, tending the flame to stave off the encroaching darkness of the woods around them. The father looms over his son, congratulating him on a job well done surviving...