I've never known someone who didn't love the fall season - even summer zealots mourning the end of the hot season seem to come around with their first glimpse of illuminating yellows, golds and reds.
I love when my serious grown-up day is jolted to a new reality with a simple and often profound statement from one of my kids.
Recently I was thinking back about life before kids and recalled a conversation with a friend who reminisced about what she did with her time before-family. "I spent an entire weekend framing a picture," she said.
Here in our town, we are finishing up our second week of remote learning. The kids are getting a sneaking suspicion that seeing their friends on Zoom-school is not that fun.
