From Blue to Blooming
I think what scared me most was how well he lived up to his name: he was mean.
E.T., the Existential Threat
Now forever shuttered, in its heyday, the place was packed with various exhibits about different body systems or factors in health, with well-designed intentions for the attention of children.
Counting Breaths
At the risk of anthropomorphizing her too much, she looked downright annoyed.
These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends
The thing is, I don’t think I’ve ever been afraid enough.
That Goddamn Plant
Hearing the name “Little Shop of Horrors” baffled me a bit. That wasn’t “The Music Man” or “Beauty and the Beast” or any of the other shows I had seen before. I wasn’t sure what it would even sound like.
Avoiding the Fate of Susan
I heard a terrible rumor: In The Last Battle, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy follow Aslan beyond death into the true Narnia, but Susan is left behind.
Disaster Rehearsal for Children
I grew up with the threat of tornadoes.
What Was He Cooking?
Maybe my young predecessor was braver than I am, perhaps a tad more resilient? Or maybe he woke up to a world each day that felt fuller, more capable of matching its share of anxious encounters with wondrous ones.
I Couldn’t Look at Buttons Because of “Coraline”
The eerie music coupled with the clay-sculpted scenery brought back the same uneasy feeling I had as a child.
Thermaphobia
It isn’t novel to realize a moment of terror or great pain can result in a lifelong phobia.
