Last September, my dear friend Tabatha Richardson said something that stayed with me:

“September is like an old friend coming to visit us.”

That one sentence inspired me to write “An Old Friend Named September.”

A year has passed, and I have written many stories and reflections since then, but this remains one of my favorite autumn pieces I have ever written.

So today, I’m not writing something new.

I’m simply opening the door to an old friend again. 🍁

Maybe you remember this one. Maybe you’re meeting it for the first time.

Either way… come in, September. The kettle’s on.

GK

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