I realize I have a tru addiction. To the world. Being cut of from what is going on was just driving me crazy. Thanks to Irene hitting my community hard, we were without power and internet for days. The first night I thought my daughter Hannah was going to have a breakdown. Really, she was hysterical. “What am I going to do all night without power? No tv, no internet, how will I survive,” she cried. I am not kidding. I thought she was having a melt down. This couldn’t be my kid. I suggested we play a game, play hide and seek, tell ghost stories, and convince her what an adventure it would be having our ‘first black-out.’ But I learned quickly how addicted my children’s generation is to the power of the media. From the Disney Channel to Aim, my daughter would not be able to entertain herself. What an injustice, what a nightmare. It is my fault. I have caused this. I have allowed this. And with my own addiction to the super highway, could I really be angry at my daughter. I was obcessed with finding out what was going on in the world. Just after the hurricane I threw my children in the car, drove through the war zone of my community, dodged hanging hot wires and falling trees, all in an effort to find a signal. I heard some neighborhoods had power and I drove until I found a lit Starbucks. It was heaven. Coffee and a wireless network I could tap into. I could get my fix. I brought my laptop in and Hannah had her ipad. Together we sat happily silently while we surfed the net. And I am not proud to write any of this. But it is the sad truth.