Death’s Dreadful Beauty
Death is dreadfully beautiful. After it hectored me for most of my 31 years, I’ve finally spent time looking death in the eye and seeing it for what it is: inevitable.… Read More Death’s Dreadful Beauty
Death is dreadfully beautiful. After it hectored me for most of my 31 years, I’ve finally spent time looking death in the eye and seeing it for what it is: inevitable.… Read More Death’s Dreadful Beauty
Writer’s note: That picture was taken in March of 1997. I was 11 and my mom was 44, almost 45. My mom passed away from lung and brain cancer roughly three months later. I’m now 30 and sadly, more people I care about are dealing with death and sickness of their loved ones, often surprised… Read More Remembering Barbara Sue Conick, my mom, on her birthday