I write this the morning after Halloween. The one time of the year when we can wear visible, full character masks and pretend we’re someone else, just for a little while.
I handed out candy last night (in COVID-friendly style of course) as princesses and goblins came to my door, sweet she-devils and a headless horseman too.
The children’s bright faces, and glees of appreciation, lit the neighbourhood as their trick-or-treat bags filled up.
My daughters dressed up too — one went as a bottle of ketchup and the other as a sweet angel. Fun to be in character for…