The new year has never been, for me, something that started in January. September is the month - the smell of fresh pencils and unmarred school supplies harkens in the promise of new beginnings. The crispness that attaches itself to the lingering gold of late summer reminds me that change is afoot! Changes of season, changes of clothes, and changes of scheduling. . . these changes bring new routines, challenges and resolutions that I never connect with January first. This particular fall seas...


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