Let me be honest — I almost skipped San Diego on a recent California trip because I assumed September meant “summer’s basically over, right?” I could not have been more

Let me be honest — nobody believes me when I tell them September is San Francisco’s actual summer. I didn’t believe it either the first time someone told me, standing

Let me be honest — I packed all wrong the first time I went to Vegas in September. I showed up with a suitcase full of “cute fall outfits” because,

Let me be honest — I packed for Boston in September expecting full autumn energy, scarves and boots and all, and instead spent my first afternoon sweating through a sweater

Let me be honest: nothing quite prepares you for New Orleans humidity in September, not even a lifetime of “humid” summers elsewhere. I stepped outside my hotel on Canal Street

I underestimated Boston in October the first time, mostly because I’d just come from a mild September trip somewhere else and assumed “New England fall” meant one consistent temperature I