It was September 25, 2005, and my husband and I were returning home after having evacuated ahead of Hurricane Rita. The storm had not made a direct hit on Houston, and we felt weary but grateful to be back safe.
Our son Martin greeted us as we stepped into the hallway, where boxes were stacked two deep, almost to the ceiling. "Where in the world...
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