The 6.1 magnitude earthquake that hit Los Angeles early one morning in October 1987 literally rocked my world and my whole sense of security within it.
Thank you so much for this. So many people are pretending nothing is happening, and everything is fine. Your entire piece said it all--we are in an earthquake, and the best thing we can do is love each as much as we can.
With a lump in my throat, my first impulse is to say, I love you, Bobbie! Thank you for your impulse of kindness, for holding that strangers hand, for saving that man’s life! How you handled that whole excruciating day, which I just lived vicariously through your writing, is the perfect biography of who you are.
Thanks Peggy. I don't think I saved his life so much as I just kept him calm long enough for the paramedics to save him. What a weird day that was, vaguely reminiscent of today. So many people hurting in so many ways- but we all just keep functioning. One foot in front of the other.
Thanks Theresa, I miss my weekend posts too! I miss the normalcy of writing about earthworms and robins. It's been hard to find my voice, no one (including me) wants to hear the rage. It's hard to know what to say right now. Hugs and cookies to Doyle
My heart is still pumping as if I was in that day with you. You are so great in making us understand real time and being somewhere or feeling something and your kindness has always been shown whether due to this experience or just from your family. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for this. So many people are pretending nothing is happening, and everything is fine. Your entire piece said it all--we are in an earthquake, and the best thing we can do is love each as much as we can.
Thanks Liz. Everything is not okay; we need to stand up for one another.
With a lump in my throat, my first impulse is to say, I love you, Bobbie! Thank you for your impulse of kindness, for holding that strangers hand, for saving that man’s life! How you handled that whole excruciating day, which I just lived vicariously through your writing, is the perfect biography of who you are.
Thanks Peggy. I don't think I saved his life so much as I just kept him calm long enough for the paramedics to save him. What a weird day that was, vaguely reminiscent of today. So many people hurting in so many ways- but we all just keep functioning. One foot in front of the other.
Your essay Bobbie~
What a thoughtful metaphor for the moments in 2025 to ponder.
Thanks for putting pen to paper of your memory of a human experience and bringing it to life again.
( missing your weekend posts… TQ and Doyle)
Thanks Theresa, I miss my weekend posts too! I miss the normalcy of writing about earthworms and robins. It's been hard to find my voice, no one (including me) wants to hear the rage. It's hard to know what to say right now. Hugs and cookies to Doyle
All I can say is “Thank you” ❤️
My heart is still pumping as if I was in that day with you. You are so great in making us understand real time and being somewhere or feeling something and your kindness has always been shown whether due to this experience or just from your family. Thank you for sharing.
What an incredibly perfect metaphor for our world today. Thank you. I love you!
It feels very familiar - except for the nastiness and my own rage. I love you too - and I love who you are- I don't say it enough.
My heart
Wonderful description of moving on in positivity