Water can swallow you. You can fall from the sky. I can’t count the times that I left a shaky ship or airplane and finally set foot on solid ground. I always felt relaxed when I was back “home” in our element. I always thought the ground was safe.
Soil, stone and wood. Only wooden floorboards sometimes disturbed me with a creepy creak or their slight elasticity. Still the ground seemed safe. It seemed so solid.
Then the shaking started.
Molly woke us up. She was six.
“Mom! Mom! Mom!”
I pulled Molly into our bed and hugged her.
“I want mom!” Continue reading