Last year, on the fifth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, I decided to re-blog some posts from Displaced, the blog I began in September 2005. But two posts in, I just couldn't do it anymore. Plowing through those 85 posts from September 2005-September 2007 just hurt too much. I still haven't been able to make it through all of them without quitting.
And even though I have "come out" as a blogger, I don't feel comfortable linking to that blog-- it's very raw, and I share a lot of personal stuff and identify a lot of people by name. Maybe one day, I will clean it up... make it appropriate to share and then share it with my Loueyville readers. Actually, I'd like to do that.
As the sixth anniversary of Katrina approaches, so does Hurricane Irene. Today I bristled when I saw Irene jokes on Twitter. I know I am tenderhearted when it comes to hurricanes, but there's just nothing to laugh about with this storm. Or any serious hurricane. I hope I am wrong; I hope I am Chicken Little and everyone laughs at me after the fact for being so concerned. But I am concerned, and my heart goes out to all who are in Irene's path.
Right now that includes my entire family.