On Monday I knew only that Hurricane Katrina struck east of New Orleans. I was shopping for Increase and constructing storage for my book-indulgence and listening to a movie I know pretty much by heart rather than watching the news, until Wednesday. I knew Eliza was okay, and she was my only personal connection to the area.
Then on Wednesday I began to read and to watch and to imagine and to grieve.
Give your blood, give your money, give your words, give your participation, give your time, give your vote. Give your heart. Give.