September Single
September. So many of my greatest joy of my rich life were delivered to me in September. The birth of my first child. My admission to the bar. My memorable annual fall weekends with women friends. The unexpected, unforgettable kiss that left me dazed. September also brought me my darkest hour–my husband’s quiet death as I slept beside him. Six years after my most sorrowful September, the month of September still ushers in my favorite season. The colors of the earth bring the warmth that my heart longs for. The crispy coolness incites the back to school urge to launch
