SICK

I am just sick to my stomach. What the fuck. I feel confident saying New Orleans is not getting the help another city--say New York--would have received in the same situation.

Here I am, homeless, but safe, taking my kids swimming in the hotel pool. I haven't told them about our house. I haven't heard from my brother since Monday. I know he left the city, but only that.

Bryan left seven hours ago to make a four hour journey. I have no way of knowing he is ok.