Like so many kids, I worried about a ton of things with varying degrees of seriousness — germs, vampires, asteroids, grades. Turns out, Samantha Darby was the same way: “I once heard my older sister’s pager vibrating on a bookshelf in her room (yes, this was the ‘90s) when I was home alone and convinced myself it was a murderer using her pencil sharpener.” Well, now she’s a mom, and she’s sharing something surprising about all that time spent fretting. I relate, and maybe you do, too! — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
