Lesa Cline-Ransome’s Writerhood: Nothing to Fear
I’ve always been afraid of the dark. For as long as I can remember, I slept with a night-light. As a teenager, after seeing the movie The Exorcist, I crawled into bed with my parents for one week. Many of my fears are of the garden variety sort–bugs, owls, getting lost, the dentist. But others have no basis in logic, like my fear of losing my finger to a circular saw, being abducted, falling off of a cliff at the Grand Canyon and choking on a butterscotch candy (an actual incident from my early childhood).
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself,” FDR said in his inaugural address. But those words don’t slow a racing heart or stem the drenching sweat.