From grade school to parenthood, September attracts a similar attention distinct from any other month throughout our lives. It’s like the friend who cancels plans at the last minute, then complains that they never do anything ‘exciting’. It’s the raisin in an oatmeal cookie disguising itself all too well as a Hershey’s chocolate chip. It’s the parking curb that’s always just a hair closer to your hubcap than you think. In sum, September is the party-pooper: the quasi-autumnal spoilsport of a season full of warmth, fun, and laxed responsibility. Read More
