My favorite month of the year has arrived. I love October because it’s autumn, the scents, tastes, and colors of the season are wonderful. It is also my birth month, and Halloween is my favorite holiday. What should be a joyous month is overshadowed by the doom and gloom constant awareness of breast cancer. Don’t get me wrong, my family has been affected by this awful disease and it’s horrible. I just don’t think the month needs to be dedicated to it. But it’s not just October. It seems other months are losing their identities. Why can’t a month just be a month? It seems each one is designated for someone’s history, heritage or cause. Who cares?
I will welcome just October, and enjoy it as it was meant to be. Orange, black, and brown are representative of the month, not pink.