I'm not sure why this year has hit me harder than the others. Perhaps, it is because my son, unborn at the time of the disaster, has started kindergarten. His difficulty in adjusting reminds me of my own vulnerability in the years 2005-2006. While slightly reluctant to share this personal story, I decided even though we move on, it's important to remember. This essay was first published in Mother Verse , Issue 5, January 2007.
Goodbye, My New Orleans
first published in Mother Verse , Issue #5
The television in the hospital waiting room was on but muted. A large red and orange graphic was swirling on the screen.
“Hurricane,” I said casually as I steered my toddler away from the vending machines.
My husband replied, “Yeah, It’s gonna hit the Florida panhandle.”
“Hmm,” I pondered before I was distracted by the calling of my name.
I was there for the five month ultrasound that would reveal the gender of my new child. My husband held our reluctant 20-month-o...