One Halloween, when I was about 11-years-old, my Mom sewed me a killer witch costume: floppy, pointy hat, black cape and all. I looked awesome and fearsome. The year marked one of the first times we kids could go door-to-door by ourselves. Yes, at 11 years old. These days? No way. This was maybe five years before the razor-blades-in-apples scare (which was so
Witchy Poo: A Cautionary Tale
Witchy Poo: A Cautionary Tale
Witchy Poo: A Cautionary Tale
One Halloween, when I was about 11-years-old, my Mom sewed me a killer witch costume: floppy, pointy hat, black cape and all. I looked awesome and fearsome. The year marked one of the first times we kids could go door-to-door by ourselves. Yes, at 11 years old. These days? No way. This was maybe five years before the razor-blades-in-apples scare (which was so