There are not many lighthearted memories from Hurricane Katrina, but there are lessons, stories, and moments of strength that still surface when I talk with fellow Mississippians who lived through it. For many of us, the storm is impossible to forget—and in some ways, it shaped who we are today.
Often, when visitors ask about Katrina, I gently remind them that Mississippi weathered a very different storm than New Orleans. While New Orleans suffered a devastating engineering failure with its levee system, Mississippi endured the raw force of the hurricane itself—a wall of water and winds that changed our landscape forever.
The numbers can never tell the whole story. Official records list 238 lives lost in Mississippi, but many families and communities carry unspoken grief. Stories like the one told by a recovery diver who found an entire family aboard a sunken shrimp boat remind us that so many names, faces, and futures were touched by this storm.
At my own home in Biloxi, north of the railroad tracks, floodwaters didn’t reach me, but the winds howled at nearly 176 miles per hour for twelve long hours. I’ll never forget the sound, or the near miss when my chimney came crashing down just outside my back door. Moments like that remind me just how fragile life is—and how blessed I was to survive.
In the days after the storm, as I walked around Point Cadet with my camera, I noticed something unexpected: small groupings of household items placed carefully on broken steps or piles of bricks. A coffee cup. A bottle of wine. A child’s toy. People had salvaged what they could, then gently set aside what was left behind. They became little shrines—sad, yes, but also symbols of love, memory, and resilience.
One couple told me their remarkable story of survival: when the wave destroyed their home, they were carried away but managed to grab onto a power line high above the water. Looking to their left, they saw a dozen other people clinging to the same line, strung together like blackbirds in the storm. Against impossible odds, they survived.
But perhaps the most enduring memory is not of loss, but of how Mississippians came together. Neighbors shared food and offered shelter. Volunteers poured in from across the country. The Ohio National Guard arrived within a day, thanks to Governor Haley Barbour’s quick call for help, and first responders worked tirelessly to rescue and comfort those in need.
I remember feeling restless, wanting to help in any way I could. So I did what Mississippians do best—I cooked. A big pot of jambalaya went out to the Red Cross workers and volunteers, and it felt good to know I could give something back.
Looking back, Katrina will always be remembered as one of the hardest chapters in our history. But it will also be remembered for the spirit of Mississippi—the courage, kindness, and unity that carried us through the storm and into recovery.