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When I was a kid, our family took a road trip every summer from our home in Colorado to visit my grandparents in Phoenix.

It's April, and you know what that means. Yes, it's shopping season at Gilroy Premium Outlets. It's not as bad as Thanksgiving (and please, don't get me started on the fact that the outlets open at 6 p.m. or so on Thanksgiving Day—I mean, I love a good shopping spree, but even I draw the line there). But once the weather turns nice, the outlets start to buzz with activity.

Earlier this month

Hello my name is Reyna Padron and I am 7 years old. Two months ago I got my puppy Mally. She is a Maltion. She is half Maltese and Papillon. She loves me a lot. She sleeps in my room every night inside a crate. That makes me feel safe.

South Valley residents will have a unique opportunity next week when Morgan Hill's Advent Lutheran Church (16870 Murphy Avenue) will host a performance of the Diyar Dance Theatre on Tuesday, October 1 at 7 p.m. Admission to “Room for Hope” will be by donation.

I envy the acuity of wild animals that can sniff the morning breeze and perceive the changing seasons. My own cement mixer sensory equipment is liable to miss the passing of a marching band. But the coming of autumn has some quality that breaks through my addled radar. It's not just the morning chill. I feel a distinct lazy stillness in the air as if my DNA remembers that it's nearly time to bed down for the winter as my evolutionary ancestors did.

Renée and I recently celebrated a wedding anniversary marked by a large number that ends in zero. The number is so big that I naturally assume it refers to my parents and certainly not a couple as young and hip as Renée and I.

Anyone who has read my column for a period of time knows that I became an aunt for the first time last year. Having no children of my own, my niece’s birth was an enormous event that filled my heart with pride.