The house where my mom lived . . . is just splinters.

I took everything I could put into a little camping suitcase.

I was crying the day I heard about Rita. I thought, surely it's going to hit New Orleans again.

My mom lived by herself with two kids. Sacrifice was the name of the game at our house.

I've lived here for two years and I'm only going to stay long enough to find an apartment or house.

Mom ran the house, so we grew up Portuguese.