Katrina

Linnea Ashley on September 9th, 2005

in fact, this is the most i’ve written in a couple of years. it seems odd to me to be so far removed from what so moved me in another phase of my life. in college i was known for my words – poetry – articles – whatever was on my mind. i rarely went […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 7th, 2005

There is an unwritten understanding in new orleans. You don’t evacuate. Don’t get me wrong – no one will tell you not to. In fact, you may be encouraged to. But from old heads who’ve been around hurricanes for more than a season or two – packing up every time a storm passes our general […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 5th, 2005

I am embroiled in a conflict of my own. Selfish absorption and sincere empathy. I’m on the brink of losing my sanity. Not in any real terms…I haven’t been trapped in the superdome. I haven’t felt the ripple of waves created by a floating body washing by me. I know I am lucky – people […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 5th, 2005

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Linnea Ashley on August 30th, 2005

not to cry that is. i’m trying but not succeeding in not crying. and please don’t mistake this for an unwillingness to appreciate how lucky i am that i am alive and well and that i’m with family who loves me. i do. i understand that in such a wonderfully full way. but aside from […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 29th, 2005

so it wasn’t the end of the world as new orleans knows it. folks who had to suffer through my worrisome talk on the road yesterday…repeating all the horrible details of an apocolyptic event that sits in the backs of disaster managment teams assigned to a place that is flanked by water on three sides […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 28th, 2005

…and water and possible toxic waste, human sewage, swamp creatures and uprooted bodies. that is what i did today. 14 hours in a car – and i have only myself to blame. i should have left yesterday but i was tired (a crappy night’s sleep) and i didn’t really think she would be this big. […]

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