He waits …

When I was very young I had many dreams, mostly nightmares.

In one I was chased by the big bad wolf and couldn’t get away. To this day I have no idea what the threat was, which may be why the wolf was so scary. But I did know he wanted to catch me and when he did something awful would happen. Maybe my mother, at my request, told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood too often. I had an active imagination then, and now.

I woke up screaming, night after night. It was my father who alwa...