The entire family was in South Carolina at Fort Jackson watching one of my brothers graduate from basic training when Hurricane Katrina decided to leave a trail of carnage across the Gulf Coast. For a moment, a moment that... [view]

My Pre- and Post-Katrina I lived in a small house in Kenner, Louisiana for twenty-five years with my family. To better express how small the house was, it had one half and one full bathroom. The kitchen was so... [view]

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Sometime, I'm not sure when, our house became a home. For a while after Katrina there were no walls, no roof, no smooth wood floor to call ours, just other people's couches, beds, school room carpeting, hotels, motels, and... [view]

I was born and raised in the Buccaneer Villa North subdivision in Chalmette. I moved to Dallas, TX because I lost everything from Hurricane Katrina. My mom bought a house here in Dallas and my husband and I moved in with her... [view]

After completing four years of active duty in the military away from home, i was ready to get back to New Orleans and enjoy being home for good. In July of 2005, I was looking forward to spending time with my family and... [view]

On August 29th 2005 I watched the aftermath of hurricane Katrina on a CNN newscast from a gym in Iraq. It was the last 3 weeks of my deployment and here I was with 8 other people watching the news of our flooded city,... [view]

After studying abroad, I transferred to UNO in 2003 to finish my studies and hoped to graduate by 2005. I moved into an apartment in a four apartment complex located near Ponchatrain Lake only a few miles from the... [view]

It was exactly eight days after Katrina struck the city, my father and I decided to go back to the city and check on our house. We heard on the news and from other people in our hotel in Houston that the troops blocked all... [view]

It was a house that became a victim to Katrina's brutality. This house, once nestled seamlessly in a cozy lakefront community, now stands out like a dog lying dead on the side of the highway. Its insides turned out, organs... [view]

Thankful Every New Orleanian has his/her own Katrina horror story. Homes were devoured by disease-infested water reaching from the wooden floors of the first level to the wooden floors on the second. Homes that were... [view]

I enter through the side door because I seem to have misplaced my key for the front door, as if that matters now. It takes a few jiggles and some sweet-talk to get the door loosened from the jamb; the broken window... [view]