Sometimes it sneaks up on me. I could be writing about my morning. About how cool it is and how I'm hoping fall is here and will stay.

“I’d love to do that, but I don’t have the time.” This is a lie we tell ourselves . . .

For Carolyn, the official end of summer has always been August 12th, the day after her birthday. On that morning she’d wake up to the distinct chill of Autum...