I really don’t know why, but one of my most vivid post-Katrina memories is this:
days after storm, the going outside to a courtyard in the office building we were taking shelter in with maybe a dozen other children, all of us playing, and our 4 moms sitting in a circle, washing clothes in buckets with washboards.
hours like this. then hanging them up on lines to dry in the warm & silent summer night.
I had absolutely no idea how much danger we were in, and I had no grasp of the seriousness of our situation. I just remember our mamas watching over us while they got shit done.
mom was tough. she kept us safe. she did a great job. I wish I could tell her that today.























