Tag Archives: Hurricane Katrina
I remember the last night I saw her. Sophia entered the club, frazzled as usual. Her long, dark, hair still wet from the shower, and her shaking hands desperately tried to pull back her locks as she tugged and smoothed … Continue reading
After my morning shot that Saturday, I walked around the Treme. The sun was bright, but the clouds hustled in. The air felt ominous and eerie, while the brightness contrasted with the grayness in a way that made my heart … Continue reading
When I woke up after the storm, I still felt like shit. I think it was Tuesday, but I still cannot be sure. I could have slept until Wednesday, and after I woke up time was not an issue at … Continue reading
My life was forever changed that summer that Hurricane Katrina hit the city of New Orleans.