Stories from a life being lived.

Maybe autumn isn't different this year. Maybe I'm finally standing still long enough to see it. The colors are changing, the kids are growing, and life is moving quietly from one season into another.

Baseball ended Sunday night, and I thought the calendar might finally exhale. Instead, life simply redistributed itself. Work, school, family, and even CranioDad were already waiting to fill the space.

Halloween passed, the clocks changed, and one final baseball game unexpectedly became two. Then the lights came on, nine innings were played, and just like that, David's first fall baseball season was over