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Wendy Anderson, Contributing Columnist
11:47 am CDT September 29, 2017

I fall right into fall, my favorite time of year, albeit that my least-favorite season soon follows. Fall affects people differently. Some begin dropping into their sad time as the days shorten and cool; many become invigorated by the painted majesty of the season. I contain both feelings. Fall is when I feel most alive – indeed, it’s when I was born – yet it’s also when both my parents began their descent, mom dying from complications of diabetes, Dad after a series of strokes. It was a hard few months.