The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what
will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are
Yeah, well, if that’s true, then I’ve got a long way to go! Until
then, here are the eight things I fear most:
1. Bugs: I try to hide it from my kids—I have two
girls and we have enough drama in my house already—but really, they freak me
2.Bats: When I was a kid, there were bats in my
neighbor’s attic and they came out and swooped around me. And then, at summer
camp, they infested our dorms and we’d walk in the halls with them hanging from
the curtains. Ugh, ugh, ugh!
3.Balls: I’m horrible at ball sports—I still
can’t figure out why I’d willingly let someone throw something at my head.
4.Wind: Hah! Bet you thought it’s be another “B”
word. I love storms, but I hate wind, especially listening to it howling
outside. We have a lot of trees in our yard and I’m afraid they’ll fall on our
5.Something happening to my family: Enough said.
6.Speaking in public: I have to do a lot of
public speaking at my temple and I joke with the Rabbi that he needs to take
Dramamine when I get up on the pulpit because I shake so much. I shake and
hyperventilate and everything (but I still do it).
7.Failure: Especially now that so many people
know I write, I’m afraid of never writing another publishable book again.
8.Driving in NYC: I learned how to do it
specifically because I was afraid of it, but it still bothers me.