Molly Barari, SD
Molly is a freelance writer and marketer in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota. She is almost finished with her first book, a collection of senior memoirs from the Black Hills, titled Dakota Heirlooms. The book is the capstone project for her Master of Fine Arts degree from Wilkes University. Molly loves traveling, wine tasting, reading, flowing through sun salutations in yoga class, and watching Alfred Hitchcock films with her husband, David. She believes that everyone has a story and that everyone deserves to have their voices heard. Her life’s passion is helping people tell their unique tales.
As a Story Terrace writer, Molly interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better by reading her autobiographical anecdote below.
Making Friends With the Skies
Confession: I used to be terrified of flying. Once, as I was getting buckled into my seat for a one-and-a-half-hour direct flight to Salt Lake City, the pilot started talking over the intercom. “We’re going to have to make a stop in Wyoming to get more fuel for the plane,” he said matter-of-factly. “It shouldn’t delay us too much.”
That was enough to send me into panic. What if there wasn’t enough fuel to get to Wyoming? My heartbeat tripled; the anti-anxiety medication I’d taken before the flight couldn’t calm me. I knew the plane would go down with me in it. I called for the flight attendant and demanded to be removed from the plane. I remember talking on the phone with my dad afterward. His words were wise: “Honey, when it’s your time, it’s your time. You have to live your life.”
A year after that flight incident, my dad was suddenly diagnosed with cancer and died a few weeks later. His words echoed in my head, “When it’s your time, it’s your time…” I knew he was right. I had always wanted to see New York City, and I wasn’t going to let my fear stop me. I signed up for a writer’s conference in Manhattan, and I booked my plane ticket on Expedia. It was too expensive for my husband to come with me. I decided this was the ideal time to prove my strength. This time, I didn’t even take my anxiety medication. I finally understood that life is too short to be afraid; it was like a switch went off inside me. This time, I was a perfect flyer. Now, I love to travel, both solo and with my husband. I keep my dad’s words close to my heart to comfort me.
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