Funny, You Don’t Look Like a Gephyrophobiac

A friend and I spent the afternoon at a small, local bookstore on Long Island  listening to a bubbly, 40-something year old, well-educated, mother of four talk about her rare gift. It started when she was a child.  She heard voices.  Unexplainable voices.  She was afraid of the voices but  she didn’t tell a soul … Continue reading Funny, You Don’t Look Like a Gephyrophobiac

Island Living

My lifelong fear of bridges wasn’t quite so apparent until I moved to Long Island 14 years ago. I arrived and then realized if I wanted to leave, I had to cross either the: The 142-foot high, 2910- foot long Throgs Neck Bridge over the East River OR The 135-foot high, 3770- foot Whitestone Bridge … Continue reading Island Living