SI Parent October 2013
After the Storm:
One Year Later
On October 29, 2012, Sandy hit
Staten Island. Those who heeded the evacuation warnings followed the news wherever
they were staying until the power went out, to try to determine how their home
fared in the storm. It was only after the storm had passed through did homeowners
venture back home, and for too many of them, the horrific site they discovered
was way beyond their worst nightmares.
Many were now homeless. Others grieved the loss of life of family,
friends, and neighbors. Boats were on sidewalks far from the beach.
Cars were overturned, standing upright at an angle, or destroyed
by the salt water. They saw decks uprooted and in neighbors’ yards. Sheds were
missing. They found entire homes uprooted and down the block, and other homes
damaged to the pointof devastation. It resembled a war zone!
Now it is one year later. Most of us here on Staten Island not
directly affected have gone on with our lives, having done any minor repairs
needed, happy to have our power back, and our normal lives resumed.
Yet unfortunately, and too easily forgotten, are the many who are
still not in their own homes. The emotional and financial toll continues to
beat down on these families despite it being one year after Sandy’s 6- to
11-feet of storm surge that engulfed their homes.
Staten Island Parent began bringing readers information in December,
when we looked at the fact that …“The holidays this year will be different for
Staten Island families. Each person on Staten Island has felt the wrath of the
storm named Sandy in varying degrees.”
The most important thing we had to hold onto at that time was the hope
that “together we will rebuild our Island, forgetting no one in the process.”
January began the “Rebuild. Renew. Recover.” series that covered “how
Staten Islanders are all in this together as the long process to full renewal
and recovery unfolds.” It inspired us to resolve in the new year to remember,
to continue to help, and to follow what the Federal, State, City, and Staten
Island politicians do to ensure better land management and protection, and to
help Staten Island Sandy victims become survivors, able to move on.
In February, we looked at how life had returned to normal for many
of us on Staten Island after the holidays. With the start of the new year, the
tendency was to try to resume a normalcy in our lives and the lives of our
children. The emphasis of the love witnessed so far, however, encouraged us not
to forget because our neighbors still need us. Faith, hope, and love do remain
on Staten Island, and the greatest, and most important of these, is love!
In March to conclude the series, I found myself struggling with
writing about the progress to that point. I shared “how I would love to be able
to write that the thousands on Staten Island who lost their homes are now able
to find a new life, either in a fully restored home that had been destroyed, or
settled in a new home from which to move on! Unfortunately, the facts do not
support this. It makes me sad, especially since the storm named Sandy that caused
so much havoc happened at the end of October. Now it is four months later, and
so many people are still in limbo, unable to restart their lives.” I
questioned, “Will this spring begin to bring forth new life?” and shared my
belief that “I honestly believe it will, but not in the way that, or as quickly
as, I had originally hoped.”
This brings us to today, one year later, and while new life is at
the embryotic stage for some, there is still so much more to do.
When asked to write this article, I contacted Habitat for Humanity
to learn more of former President Carter coming to
Staten Island, of the work that Habitat did on Staten Island from
the very beginning, the subsequent work they continued to do all year, and what
their plans are going forward on Staten Island.
With the Carters returning to New York, which was the location of
the very first Carter Work Project in 1984, the 30 Jimmy and
Rosalyn Carter Work Project this October 6-11 highlights by their presence the
needs for housing still on Staten Island since Sandy reared its destructive
An interview with CEO of Habitat for Humanity New York City Neil
Hetherington gave me facts and so much more. I feel privileged to have
experienced the hope Habitat is continuing to offer…but more than just hope…. I
felt the commitment and heart, with hands-on assistance and caring, that they
bring to Staten Island.
Speaking to Neil, formerly the CEO of Habitat for Humanity Toronto,
I discovered Habitat named him the CEO for New York on the day Sandy hit. While
he knew that New York would be of a “different scope and scale” from Toronto
with “building affordable housing in New York more difficult,” now came the added
challenge of the aftermath of Sandy when he got here on February 11, 2013.
“When I first arrived it was freezing,” Neil said,” but I went to bike
around the island to get to know the city and the people. There is a resiliency
on Staten Island that has such a draw to it.”
He shared how Habitat is going about the rebuilding, trying to
make it simple, having the resources, expertise, and drive to help but
expressed concern about important issues he was grappling with. Repair in the flood
zone raises the difficult question of repairing short term or fully, coupled
with the frustration of which varying levels of raising the homes will be required.
“Bureaucracy and indecisiveness is very frustrating…but steadfast
determination and the American spirit will win out.”
Habitat is stretching to 100 homes, with Neil finding it heartwarming
to be able to provide hope to those 100 families.
“Volunteers come in for no other reason but to provide hope where
“I look forward to serve on Staten Island,” he said. “We will rebuild
to make sure we are helping our brothers and sisters … go where we’re needed to
find a permanent solution… We are here for the long haul, and not leaving until
With Neil, this writer intends to “focus on Staten Island until the
job is done.” As a Staten Islander who witnessed so much of the pain of loss of
others on Staten Island, I can do nothing else.
Are you with us? Join Habitat for Humanity today at
By Angie Mangino, a Staten Island writer whocontinues
to remember our neighbors hurt by Sandy.
The Holidays on Staten Island This Year By Angie Mangino
New Year Resolutions
first of a 3 part series ReBuild, ReNew, ReCover
By Angie Mangino
What is Love?
second of a 3 part series
ReBuild, ReNew, ReCover
By Angie Mangino
“Spring Brings Forth New Life”
third of a 3 part series
ReBuild, ReNew, ReCover
By Angie Mangino
Staten Island Parent
Discover Staten Island History with Your Children This
By Angie Mangino
Growing A Writing Career – Guest Essay by Angie
Writing has been a big part of me ever since I was a little girl writing for my
own amusement. As a woman, I filled many a journal, doing my best reflections
in writing. Then in 1992, a friend developed terminal cancer. I shared that
journey with her for thirteen months. My journal helped me find some sanity in
the insanity; birthing an essay, “Friendship Elevates Our Lives.” When my
friend read it, she got this determined look in her eyes.
“Promise me,” she said. “Promise me you’ll get
this published. It could help so many people.”
I made and kept that promise. In 1995, I
received my first writing check. I knew I would continue to write for publication
after requests for reprints came in from people who had friends with cancer.
After the publication of
subsequent essays, the Senior Editor of Woman’s Day called
me and asked for an essay!
Simultaneously I worked
online for Inscriptions Magazine doing
book reviews, and working as a stringer for our local weekly newspaper from
1997 until the paper’s demise in 2005. Working on a series on Tottenville’s
history for the newspaper, another door opened.
In 1999, the Council on the Arts &
Humanities Staten Island (COAHSI) gave me a grant to research Tottenville
history and to hold an interactive workshop in the community. In 2000, the New
York Public Library had me conduct an additional workshop at the Tottenville
Branch. In 2002, the N.Y. State Assembly cited me as a Staten Island Woman in
History. The 50 Plus show interviewed me on Staten Island Community TV, as did
WNBC’s Gabe Pressman for his news report on Tottenville.
Everything was looking up for my writing
Then life intervened.
My husband’s poor health got progressively
worse, forcing his disability retirement in 2008. I assumed more caretaking
responsibilities, and had less time to pursue my writing career. He developed
gangrene during Christmas 2010, was admitted to the hospital on January 4, had
his leg amputated on January 31st, and died on February 28th.
However, this is not how my children and I
want to remember him. As a memorial to their father, my children are
walking on October 23rd to fundraise for the American Diabetes Association. I
am so proud of my children for starting Team Carmine to remember their father,
doing something positive in his memory to help others.
For Christmas, with my husband aware this was
probably going to be our last one together, Carmine gave me the iPad I coveted,
inscribed with “Always believe,” as a tangible sign of his support for my
writing career. Between our children’s following in his footsteps caring for
others, and my husband’s encouraging last gift to me, it comforts me to witness
his love living on, propelling me to continue to work growing my writing
Mangino, a former investigative reporter for the Staten Island Register weekly
newspaper, is a freelance writer who has been providing quality service to
editors since 1995. Publications online and in print include articles on a
variety of subjects, essays, and book reviews.
networks on Facebook, LinkedIn, and Twitter, and is always open to meeting
other writers, firmly believing writers have so much to learn from, and to
share, with each other.
When reading Ms.
Mangino’s story, I am reminded of how writers may take the opportunity to
construct meaning out of tragedy and loss. It is one of the best things to
teach children, who will no doubt face loss again. Human life is such that we
rarely get back what we lose but writers can at least explain it and go on in
strength. Thank you for sharing your story.
I am a long time friend
of Angie’s and I must say that this small article doesn’t even begin to show
how her writing has helped so many people. As one example: While the other
local paper reported incorrect information about the struggle of 40 families to
save their homes, she researched and wrote the truth! She wrote from her heart
and stood up for truth of what happened to those families. To have the truth
told helped all of those families. She is a strong woman with a true talent for
writing. I could go on and on but I will just say that when you have that kind
of talent it has to be shared. The written word, when it comes from the heart
can change the world. I know because she has inspired me!
I have donated in memory of Carmine and I hope that all who read this will
donate whatever they can to help stop diabetes.
I was touched to read this piece by fellow writer Angie Mangino. We connected during her time at the Staten Island Register when she wrote incisive profiles of island residents. Such a pleasure to read her work again after the difficult life passage she has come through.
Writers Weekly http://writersweekly.com/success-stories/my-inner-peace-by-angie-mangino
July 14, 2010
My Inner Peace
By Angie Mangino
What is success? To me, true success takes us to inner
Writing was always my passion, but for many years, not a
career. The turning point was 1993, when to ground myself as my best friend was
dying from cancer, I wrote about our friendship helping us through it. She made
me promise to get it published to help other people. I kept that promise,
getting my first check for that article in 1995. Maybe I was a writer. Yet even
after more articles published, I didn’t “feel” like a writer.
That changed in 1997 when I met the News Editor of the now
defunct Staten Island Register newspaper. From a “wannabe,” I became a
professional writer, producing hundreds of articles for the newspaper, and
writing for anthologies, online sites, and magazines. I had a career I loved.
In 2005, however, health problems sucked all the energy out
of me. The initial diagnosis was hypothyroidism. With medicine, I’d quickly be
back to me. When that didn’t happen, tests found two thyroid nodules. Subsequent
biopsy found no cancer, but finally gave my condition a name: Hashimoto’s
Thyroiditis. Diabetes followed, an autoimmune double barrel the medical
profession calls Schmidt’s Syndrome.
Scary, but at least I finally knew what was wrong. Naming it
gave me power. My Register developed research skills had me learning everything
I could, working with the doctor for proper medicine combinations, and
undertaking a lifestyle change.
Rather than fight the idea of a life-long autoimmune
disease, I accepted it for what it is. Compromises may be necessary, but no
disease was going to beat me! When I achieved balance in medication, diet,
exercise, sleep, and life in general, the energy improved. Even on flare-up
days, I can write.
I once again taste that sweet inner peace from writing!
Here's that first published article referred to above:
Friendship Elevates Our Lives
By Angie Mangino
phone rang. I picked up the receiver as I continued to fill the dishwasher.
Pat. What’s up?”
was an uncomfortable pause on the other end. I stopped with the dishes, took a
deep breath, and steadied myself. After thirteen years of friendship, I could
sense immediately something was wrong.
don’t know how to say this,’ Pat said. “ I just found out from the doctor today
what’s been causing the pain in my legs.”
thank God! I thought. Pat had been suffering from severe pain in her legs for
months, and no other doctor had been able to find a cause for it.
cancer,” Pat whispered.
was my turn to be silent. Be strong, I told myself as my body stiffened.
cancer,” Pat continued. “First I thought ... that’s not so bad. A little
surgery and it’s all out. But they can’t operate. It’s on my voice box. They’re
going to give me radiation treatments to try to shrink it.”
in my lungs, too. And liver. And gallbladder. And bones. And spine. It’s all
were in her voice. “Now, don’t fall apart on me. My family is falling apart. I
need you more than ever.”
life change at that moment. My insides were being sucked out of me. The tears
rolled down my face.
promise to keep it together,” I began, “but I can’t promise not to cry. I know
when we have some time to absorb all this; we’ll find a way to be positive. Right
now it’s a kick in the head. Oh, Pat, this really stinks.”
you. Oh, thank you,” came her response. “My family has become cheerleaders. They’re
pushing me to be positive, but I feel so angry and frustrated and scared. Thanks
for understanding. It’s ok if you cry. Just don’t lose it.”
of us talked for an hour about the disease. The doctor had called it the
“unpredictable cancer.” Both of us felt a roller coaster ride awaited us. Yet
together, somehow, we’d get through it.
ended the call, I sat alone in my kitchen, staring at the phone. I wanted so
much to lash out, scream, fight, run, cry, worry – something! Nothing came. I
was drained by strong emotions, just running on empty. My heart was being
ripped apart a piece at a time. Not knowing what lay ahead, the ups and the
downs, the good days and the bad days, I felt reality come crashing down. I
tried to pray. After a while I couldn’t cry. I sat there staring at the phone.
days went by. There were trips to the hospital for treatment. Trips to the
doctor for scan, pain medication, and follow-up. The days became month; the
months became a year.
Pat had her good days and her bad days. Emotionally, both of us had the same-
good and bad. I wanted to absorb some of Pat’s pain. I struggled with my inner
turmoil to be there for Pat. If only I could do more. I tried to remain myself
and to stay honest. I had succeeded in forbidding hysteria to enter. We cried,
laughed, prayed, talked, and were silent together. I was there to help with
practical matters as needed. That was a support and comfort for Pat, but it was
not enough for me. I felt so helpless and insignificant. I wanted to make it
“all better,” but knew only God, through the doctors, could do that. “One day
at a time,” Pat kept advising me. I felt my friend, through all her suffering
and frustration, was the stronger one.
one stay in the hospital, Pat felt deeply saddened when the man in the next
room died. She cried for an unknown little girl who was in the hospital. She
still could feel and care so much for other people.
confided to me, “It’s all in God’s hands. I want to live. I have the will to
live and get better. We’ll have to trust God for the rest.”
voice would at times be weak, yet her spirit was strong. My love for Pat had me
handling more than even I believed possible, but my love couldn’t make it “all
touched so many lives. These people had different reactions to the cancer. Some
were afraid to call; afraid to visit. Others would never talk about the cancer.
Some busied themselves doing nearly useless things. Others sent cards or
flowers. Only a few were able to deal with it openly.
I was visiting Pat, our mutual friend, Barbara, came over. The cancer was not
denied. Neither was cancer the only topic. We talked of vacations, work, and
children. We joked and laughed. Normalcy was more important than ever in this
abnormal situation. After Barbara left, pat and I had time alone to open up to
began, “You know, this is teaching us both to set our priorities better. I’m
coming out of my shell, having contact with friends and family again. It’s
important to get things in order and do what’s really important.”
of us talked about God and death and the hereafter. We talked about all we did
have. About how necessary it is to appreciate those things instead of being
upset about what we didn’t have. We talked of our friendship. How blessed we
both were to have the love and support of each other.
bad we couldn’t get the message without my going through all this," Pat joked.
first time since this began, I didn’t feel helpless. At first I had wanted to
do the extraordinary. Now I knew it was as simple as being there for each other
as always. Together we would ride out the rough times; enjoy the good times;
look forward to better times, and appreciate what we had each day. That and
trust in God would have to be enough.
left, I joined my daughter at a performance of Charlotte’s Web, the second
grade class trip.
the play, I walked slowly from the theater with my daughter. The sun warmed me.
The childhood story had touched me. Serenity was beginning. Charlotte’s words
kept echoing in my heart.
elevates our lives here. We’re born. We live. We die. The quality of our life
is so much more important than the length of our lives.”
Balance is Key
Reader Stories: What Important Life Lessons Have You Learned
by Having a Thyroid Condition?
From Angie Mangino, About.com Guest
Updated February 17, 2010
What Important Life Lesson Thyroid Disease Taught You?
Hashimoto’s has taught me balance: balance in medication,
diet, exercise, sleep, and life in general. I’ve learned that for me, a day of
heavier than normal activity requires a less strenuous day after it. I now know
when to push myself and when not to push myself. Basically, the disease has
made me more attuned to my own body and has taught me to listen and trust it to
tell me what it needs.
How Has This Lesson Changed Your Life?
Rather than fight the idea of having a chronic, life-long
autoimmune disease as I did in the beginning, I now can accept it for what it
is. So now, I embrace life and attempt to live it to the fullest in the moment
that I’m in. In days of flare-ups, I slow down and nurture myself. In days of
energy, I accomplish what I want to do in my life.
wait for your doctor or anyone else to tell you the best way to deal with your
condition. Learn everything you can about your disease and take from this
learning whatever works best for you. Mary J. Shomon’s book, Living Well with
Autoimmune Disease, helped me to find my way. Trust yourself, and don’t give
Mary Shomon, Thyroid Disease Guide, says:
I too have to pace myself -- there are high-energy days, and
days when I need to restore my energy. Appreciating our body and being grateful
for what it can do on the days we feel well is a good strategy.
What Profound Changes Happened When You Became A Grandparent?
Posted on February 11, 2014
Grandparent, Angie Mangino
The tune of Imagine played softly, as lights twinkled on the plush star mobile in the bassinet. Thanks to a retro return to the sixties, I found this in the John Lennon Baby Collection in 2006 for my first grandchild.
Gino stared sleepily at the blinking lights. The smile on his face as he drifted into dreamland captured my heart. I was unprepared for the depth of love I experience with this child.
Promoted to the status of Grandma, I was overwhelmed with all I wanted for this precious little boy. I anticipated passing on to him all of the accumulated knowledge I acquired over the years. Never did I expect how this innocent child would be the one to teach me so much!
Having raised three children, I knew the importance of routine in their lives. Sure, children can go with the flow occasionally, as was the passion of the sixties, adaptable to so many new things. Yet what makes for a secure child is an overall pattern of stability.
So whenever Gino is here, I made sure to establish a routine at Grandma’s house to give Gino that security, a much easier task freed from the hectic 24 hours, 7 days a week, ongoing onslaught of raising children. I now had more patience to share this with my grandchild.
After seeing his comfort with our routines for these past seven years, an astounding thought hit me. I realized that this routine I established for my grandchild, a growing and changing one as he grew and changed, gave me security, too. Life is now less chaotic, a source of comfort for me, bringing with it an inner peace that I chased while younger, but never quite grasped before this.
Thanks, Gino, for teaching Grandma so much!
B U S Y F R E E L A N C E R
Monthly Publication For Freelancing Parents
March 1, 2003 Volume 2 Issue 3
by Angie Mangino
Organization is a twelve-letter word. Why then does it bring
forth so many four letter ones?
Many years ago in ancient times B.C.; before children, that
is; I was an office manager known for my organizational skills. Yet now as a
home-based writer since 1994, I found trying to apply this ability to my career
and home life to be frustrating and self-defeating. The strategies that had
worked so well in the office structure were now almost impossible for me to
implement at home.
Chaos would reign, as I would fluctuate trying to juggle the
many titles I had chosen: wife, mother, and writer. What was being lost in the
confusion was also the person that I am, the one who chose the titles, who has
needs and dreams of her own.
My first attempts when the typical office organizational tools
did not work around a family setting were to strive for the superwoman role of
trying to do it all. Entire days would be scheduled to try to catch up on house
cleaning. But, then there were the undone errands and unopened mail piling up.
I would schedule a day or two just for running
around with outside errands and spend hours tackling paperwork. Wait! Paperwork!
Where is that writing assignment that is due tomorrow?
Tearing my home office apart, making it even more of a mess than
it was, I'd find the treasured query response and now lock myself in the room to
get the article written. The phone rings. There's the doorbell. Dinner? Why
would anyone in this family want to eat when I have writing to do?
Writer's block has never been a problem for me. I've never had
enough uninterrupted time to sit at the computer for more than a few minutes, so
how could I stare at a blank screen?
And, how dare anyone in my family get sick and need to be taken
to the doctor? That only escalated the overwhelmed feeling to the point of asking
myself why I ever thought I could be a writer when every time I start to make
progress, life has a way of kicking me in the teeth as if to dare me to go on.
But stubbornness is sometimes a good trait, and after putting off my writing career for so many
years and finally starting to get those published clips, I was determined to figure
out a way to work smarter instead of harder.
Getting my hands onto every organizational article I could find
that suggested ways to set up a writing schedule, I would find parts to be
helpful, but there was always something basic that I needed that wasn't there.
To make these writing systems work for me I would need to pack my bags and just
leave my family to fend on their own. They were just not do-able in this house.
Having postponed my writing for so many years to be there for
my family, I was not about to give up my writing any more. Yet I also wasn't planning on
giving up my family to have a writing career. I finally discovered quite by accident
my own form of organization that was flexible enough to help me reestablish
some balance between my family and my career.
While bored in a doctor's waiting room one day, I had my legal
pad with me and in total frustration finally did something I was always afraid
to do--I listed each and every thing that I felt I needed to accomplish. The
list was not just for my writing, but
also each thing around the house that out of necessity had a way of demanding
my attention. The size of it was most
prohibitive when writtenout in free flow like that, especially since I am
realistic enough to know that each day in our lives will continue to bring more
"to do" items to be added. But I was determined to tackle this once
and for all.
The first thing I did after all my family was asleep that night was to type the entire list into my Word
program on the computer, giving each item a line and adding even more things
that I thought of as I was typing. When I used the word count feature for a
line count, I found my list numbering over 200 items. I quickly hit save to
my desktop, labeling it "to-do,"
and shut down the computer to go to bed before the urge to just delete the
whole mess as impossible overtook my initial good intentions.
The next day I made time to tackle the next step of my plan.
Someone more courageous than I am could do this while making the list, but for
me it's important to break things into little pieces not to overwhelm myself
since previously that would make me just give up. I went back over the list and
gave each item a number in front of it from 1 to 9; with 1 being the most
important things to do. I then used the Word "Table" feature, hit on
"sort," set it simply for "Field
1" and "text" ascending order and after hitting OK now had my
jobs sorted by importance.
Hitting save once more, I shut down the computer feeling I had
made some progress as I went to handle the latest crisis demanding my attention
in the house. I already shared that I need to do things in small pieces, so
bear with me as some real accomplishments really do follow. I may be stubborn,
but I am also patient.
The next step was to get some general categories onto another
Word document. Mine included the following:
OUT--for those errands or appointments outside the home.
PHONE--for calls to be made or returned
ONLINE--for things to do on the Internet
MAIL/BILLS/FILE--for paper related tasks
CLEAN--for the bigger jobs that need to be done
WRITING--to commit to a serious schedule
To begin with I took only items numbered 1, and cut and pasted
them in a new document under the appropriate bold typed categories which I
limited to one typewritten page. I printed out only this document into a hard
copy "to-do"list. This was to be my schedule for the week ahead, with
the lower priority items saved on the master list for another time. As I
completed items during the week, I would mark them off with a handwritten dash.
At the end of the week I went back to my computer to delete those items marked
done. As much as I would like to say they were all complete, that wouldn't be honest
and would only discourage you if you attempt this plan for yourself.
Not to tempt fate and set myself up for disappointment, I knew
I needed an attitude change. I encourage the same for you. Superwoman no longer
lives here! Don't let her move into your house. Little by little things do get
done and under control with consistency.
Since I'm aware of my tendency to spend a lot of time on the
daily interruptions that will eat away gobs of my time, from the beginning I
made the decision that if this type of planning gets me to do anything more
than I was doing before, it would be progress. The schedule doesn't seem so oppressive
if I keep flexible enough to allow for variations. Just having it all in one
place prioritized, without having to worry about forgetting things or deciding what
to do next, has of itself reduced stress--that alone is a major accomplishment.
At the beginning of each week, I read my entire to-do list again,
reassigning numbers of priority for that week, adding all the anticipated new
things that have cropped up, eliminating things that might have gotten done
without being scheduled for that particular week and then sorting. Next I cut
and paste the number 1's (and now even some 2's and 3's) onto the one page
working list printed for the coming week and save both files.
After only two months into my system, I proudly report that my
massive list in the hundreds has been reduced to 81 items.
Wait. I just finished this article. Make that 80!