In a year like none other, we still must take the time to smell the roses. Or in the case of the current season, If you take a moment to get a good look, you’ll see the falling leaves. Like really see them. There is beauty in the simple things. Seasons change, and time presses on. But sometimes you must make the intention to stop, and take it all in. I used the month of November to finally pen a first draft of the book I’ve always longed to write. Composing (now revising) this memoir has given me the chance to take a good look at the moments in my life that have really counted, really made an impact in my journey. I savor each memory, and try my best to recapture the passage of time, the changing of seasons to take my future readers along for the ride with me. It’s titled Fall for words. . . In part for my life long love affair with language, and preoccupation with bilingualism, but also because so many of my life’s major journal inspiring milestones; new school years, first jobs, finding my future husband, our wedding, first pregnancy, last birth, finding our forever home. . .All came about in the Autumn of the year. Emory’s song could not be more appropriate. Mira bien indeed little ones.