Nighttime fears give way to Daddy’s eyes

This column is for anyone who has ever been afraid of the dark, who has felt like you can’t breathe. The night I became afraid happened when someone broke into our home, and it was when I was around six years old that I started dreading bedtime. Before that night, the train rumbled down the Arkansas tracks next to our driveway like it always had, a click-clack of music that took place next to…