Tim, over at the Nameless Blog, reflects on the post Katrina condition that sometimes grabs us by the heart when we discuss our experiences:
I can feel tears in my eyes and a crack beginning to develop in my own voice that tells me something I did not know. I did not know I am still sad about this. I am still sad that the life we once knew is gone. Dead and gone and buried in the dirt and silt of a flooded house, and a mud-caked neighborhood.
Read the full post, "A Crack in My Voice" here .