There is a beauty in death, if you can look beyond the pain to find it. The leaves, in all of their glory, have been radiating across the countryside for weeks now, their vibrancy lighting up the landscape like fire. Nothing quite compares to a New England fall, the variety of colors astounding even those of us who have lived a lifetime here. But now their beauty has faded and, in a last effort to cling to the life they had lived, each one holds on with a surprising tenacity. Their resistance is pointless, but I don't blame them. They are holding on to everything they've ever had, clutched in a vice-like grip on the last semblance of living they have left. No, I don't blame them at all. I envy them. At least they're still holding on.
The dreaded news came to my house today. As soon as the word hit my ears my stomach began to churn in nervous fear: lice. I know, thank God, it's not cancer. But to a mom of little kids this word holds an incredible amount of terror. We had been exposed, now it was time to … Continue reading Why Do I Worry?