Forget the calendar. In my world, the fall season has officially arrived when you wake up at 6:45 on a Sunday, lace up your running shoes and join 30,000 of your neighbors for the annual Susan G. Komen run/walk. It’s a family tradition with great cause for celebration: Scott’s mom and two of my aunts are survivors. Every year when I walk those 3.1 miles with both of them close by I can’t help but feel a little emotional about what they’ve overcome. And don’t even get me started on those “In honor of” or “In memory of” signs…I need a bloody mary just thinking about them! Thank God for the post-Komen Sunday brunch. xo