The ghosts and bad people of my youth, that used to hide in my closet and under my bed, have disappeared, because my father would crawl with a flashlight and search for them. That was enough to reassure me because I believed him. The mice that scurried through the night and landed on my arm in my old beloved apartment in Brooklyn Heights are not here anymore either, though I still remember their ugly touch. Today, as a wife, mother, child and sibling it is not things that go "boo" in the night, that trouble me the most but rather issues of health and safety. It is not me that I am worried about but "them." I worry about those that I love. The bats that flew into my childhood window I remember and yes, I still would be standing on the kitchen table shouting if mice started their lightening bolt escape across the floor. I don't like sudden noises, I startle easily. These things I don't like; but sick family members, illness and insecurity keeps me up all night long and way past the morning sun.