The antique photograph sits on the sturdy oak desk, worn and decrepit, I’m nervous to pick it up in fear that it will crumble between my fingers. I conquer fear and gently lift the yellowed photo from its resting place...

She walks down the hallway and into the men’s restroom at Long Island University, where her classmates are gathered. They are all there for one thing. The outlets. After Hurricane Sandy hit the Long Island campus, there was...