Confessions of a part-time insomniac...
I’m now at that age where I am not so afraid of things like snakes, spiders, or even clowns. I don’t want to be around them, but they don’t petrify me like they once did. No, my fears, like everything else, have matured. My fears are more akin to facing my own mortality. It’s not that I necessarily... Sign in to see full entry.