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If I don't write about it, I might implode. |
On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina and levee breaches destroyed my home and my birthplace, but not my hope and my sense of humor. This journal is a place for my thoughts and opinions as I cope with surviving Katrina and as New Orleans recovers. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Laissez le bon temps rouler! (Let the good times roll!) |
#34. "Sign of Katrina fatigue? Storm Memorial Delayed."
ID #596085 entered on December 19, 2015 at 11:12am
#11. My disaster was worse than yours. No, MY disaster was worse.
ID #453967 entered on December 9, 2015 at 11:48pm
#10. Memories keep surfacing like oil stains in flood water
ID #453404 entered on September 8, 2006 at 2:08am |