As many of you know, I grew up in New Orleans. I loved growing up there, and I loved living there. I moved away well over 40 years ago, and I have never lived there again. I have missed New Orleans during all those years.
Last weekend I went there to attend the Rising Tide Bloggers Conference 2, which I promised to write about. However, I have what real writers would call writer's block, and I have not yet been able to write.
Tomorrow is the two-year anniversary of Katrina, and I find that I can't write about that either. Although we evacuated, my family and I came through the storm with only minor damage here in our town, a few tree limbs down, and no power for a few days.
It's what happened to New Orleans that I can't write about.
Tomorrow I'll put up once again the post that means the most to me of all those I've written since I began the blog in January of this year.
I understand. It's hard to write about the things that still choke us up, making even breathing an accomplishment. I'll look forward to reading tomorrow's post.
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ReplyDeleteAnguish is all that comes to me. Stories of the bungling recovery - and corruption by many are incredible.
ReplyDeleteChère Grandmère, Having just finished Brinkley's The Great Deluge two nights ago, I can say I only have a vague sense of the horrors of that time. I will hold you and everyone affected by Katrina in my prayers as I walk the old granite mountains of NH.
ReplyDeleteyes, Mimi, prayers with you. I still cannot imagine...what it is/was like...
ReplyDeletethere must be so much grief.
Bungled contracts, shoddy work, work never done, but paid for - the list is long of messes involved in the reconstruction. You can see the same incompetence at work as in Iraq.
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