Hector on his mom’s shoulders at the Prince of Wales second line, a few years after they returned from Katrina exile in Phoenix. (Photo by Pableaux Johnson)Hector wasn’t due until Sept. 11, but he came early. I had my first labor pain at Matassa’s Market, the corner store on Dauphine Street on August 28, 2005. It was a scorchingly hot Saturday and I had stopped in to buy popsicles. This rest of this essay can be read here at The Lens’ partner, Time magazine.