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Labor Days and September Beginnings
Labor Day weekend has always been a time of transitions for me, starting with the earliest and biggest transition I've ever gone through: September 2, 1962, when my mother labored on Labor Day and brought me into the world. Officially marking the passage of my years has thus also always coincided with one of the biggest seasonal transitions visually, when the greens of summer turn to gold and yellow, amber and auburn, when Labor Day marks the beginning of autumn. Like multitudes of people around the globe, Labor Day has often marked the transition from a more open summer schedule to the rigors of the school year. But it's not just the annual returns to the same school that Labor Day evokes but transitions to new schools, each marking a new phase in my life. Thus Labor Day weekend marked my transition from being at home all day with my family to half-days in kindergarten; it marked the transition from an elementary school I walked to with all the kids in my …