He is standing in front of me in his cardboard box, arms pinned to his sides. I am picking bits of duct (duck?) tape residue off of my fingers and wondering if my bathrobe will be able to be de-wizarded. “Does everyone like Halloween?” He asks me. I pause for just a bit too long. “Do YOU like Halloween Mama?” Images flash before me. Trick or Treating with just my parents. Getting egged in Seventh Grade after being invited to walk the neighborhood with the cool kids. Feeling Read more […]

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