memoir, politics

The power in getting off your duff

Katrina. It's a sentence, a novel—APOCALYPSE. Having grown up partly in New Orleans and nearby Slidell, I wasn't shocked by Katrina, only outraged. Days before the storm, I remember sitting in my living room yelling at the TV, "Where are the fricking buses? NOLA people don't have cars." After the levees broke, I sat there… Continue reading The power in getting off your duff

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