My goal was to post several more articles about fear. I took my drafts with me on our trip to bury my father-in-law in Arkansas. I looked at the drafts in the van, but when I tried to find them the day after we got home a week ago, the folder I had them in no longer contained them. Things were so hectic, I can't recall what I did with them. Several searches later, I am still empty-handed; somehow I've hidden them from myself! As soon as I find them, I will resume the series on fear.
Perplexed,
Hester
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