Sophomore year of high school, five months after Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, I spent my February vacation in Mississippi doing hurricane relief. This is my tale of those gloriously horrific days.
This is a rambling essay which I hope to include in a longer draft later.
It endeavors to depict life as seen by a 8 yr old boy - the strangers ; the strange familiarity of his hereditary .
this piece deals with the image I have of seeing this blowsy woman coming through a field in West Clare
My first essay on longing for my childhood when I first turned to see just how far behind I had left it. Like driving fast in a car and not realizing how much ground you've covered till you look back and realize you've forgotten something.