By Cheri Rae
It’s a tradition we began many years ago, at a challenging time that threatened to break our family’s hearts and spirit. Figuring we needed all the help we could get as we faced the challenges of the New Year, we decided to do something symbolic.
We burned our troubles. Literally.
We wrote them down on index cards, and feeling like latter-day druids, circled around an old Weber barbecue grill in the back yard and set our toils and troubles on fire.
There was something viscerally satisfying, in the symbolism of writing down the concerns of the day and watching those facts and fears go up in smoke.