Funny. The last post I wrote here was after the 2016 elections. I was pretty angry that day — but I was pretty angry a lot of the time at that point, so… meh. Life gets very hard sometimes, ya know?
Yet here I am, 15 years after I first started the blog, finding myself with more to say than is fair to inflict on my friends and loved ones real time.
I’ll be getting the site updated in the next few weeks, complete with a new visual theme and social media feeds (that I totally do NOT understand LOL!).
It seems that yes, Polimom is still here. She wasn’t dead; she was only sleeping.
Hello? Polimom? Are you there? ::knock knock::
Hi Polimom…I’m reaching out from Worcester, England. I still live in the house from where I reached out to you back in 2005 after the aftermath of Katrina. I followed your blog and those remarkable events. I could never undertand why I was so drawn to your situation, but my deep empathy and need to understand your suffering was I think, a response to the incredible humanity I was winessing – against the other hurricane: the fury of injustice and racism. I’ve survived my own personal hurricanes in the past 15 years, so I now know what it means to survive and lose so much – including my notes for a theatre play about the Algiers neighbourhood and how for me it felt like the centre of the universe in that moment in history: a microcosm of how our humanity and inhumanity lie together as in the words of Shakespare: ‘“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” (The Tempest). I am still drawn to that time such as I was a digital eyewitness and supporter from afar who could do nothing but give to charity and pray to whatever god I could that you would all survive. Your blog at the time was extraordinary. I will write that script one day. I’ll send it to you for your approval. Thank you – and best wishes always…Caz Kimbrey