Time to come clean. I'm scared. What am I afraid of? PLENTY but let's chunk it down to one. Water. I'm scared of any blob of water bigger than my bathtub. Why? It's a mystery to me. Could it be because my body steadfastly refuses to learn to swim? I've written too many near drowning scenes in my suspense novels? Subliminal fears of putting my bod into a swimsuit? No clue. in any case, I hold my breath crossing bridges, I stay up worrying when my kids go to swim parties. It's ridiculous really. What's to be done about this, I wonder?

Here's what I've come up with so far to help. I am a swim lesson Nazi, ruthlessly forcing my children to take swim lessons until their little flippers are limp with exhaustion. If they are invited to a swim party, I make every effort to lurk by the pool. And I pray. What else is to be done? I'm not sure.

Are you afraid of anything, dear blogger friends? Have you found a way to deal with those things that keep you up at night? Please share if you can.