In general, I’m not afraid of dolls. But they do have the potential to be super creepy. I loved (but also kinda hated) this book in middle school. And a recent trip to the flea market reminded me that I wouldn’t want to spend the night in a flea market. She’s for sale! I dare you to take her home. Now she looks sweet. Still not having a slumber party here though. Sure she’s smiling but all I can hear is… Read more »

You know how some people need to sky dive or bungee jump to get their adrenaline going?     Not me.      All it takes to get me running scared, is an old, abandoned motel (during daylight). Haunted? Maybe.    Just tires. But my mind added chainsaws.      Definitely no air conditioning (some find  that scary)      It was super quiet here. And something made me start running back to the car. Fast.    Probably just my… Read more »

  I am not fearless. But I’d love to fear less. I dream of the day I can hang out–anxiety free– in a tiny (locked) airplane bathroom, buffeted by turbulence, while holding a tarantula. Um, okay, not really. One of my biggest fears is flying, but I don’t have to deal with that regularly. However, I can brew up a complex worry and fear stew made up of poisonous, self-defeating thoughts at any moment. Last week, when I was sick, drifting… Read more »