My trauma-body awakened in February 1993. Ice poured down as if from the heavens. The season had already been brutally cold. It was February 1993. My husband’s and my small, cinderblock rental cottage stood on a 3000-acre horse farm in Albemarle County, 15 miles south of Charlottesville, Virginia, at least a mile from any major road. By the time the storm passed 2 days later, we could not open the front door. There was an unnerving stillness in the air and the sky remaine