Fighting Fear
I remember being five years old. The hallway down to my bedroom was long and narrow and flanked by 80s paneling. You remember the kind, right? I was convinced the knots in the wood were scary faces waiting to come alive and get me in the darkness when no one was looking. Eventually I got older, and that hallway didn’t seem quite as long or as scary. When you’re five, the unknown can be daunting. Thirty years later, I have…