2016-10-23 06:00:45When I get writer’s block, I turn to one of my other creative tools, such as painting or illustration. Back in the fall of 2012, when my father was in the last months of his life, I was too…
2016-10-22 06:00:52Mr. Moose haunted our house at Halloween during my high school years. My youngest brother, who was seven at the time named him, and the name stuck for his once-a-year roll out on Halloween eve. He was a response…
2016-10-21 06:00:29Halloween is a becoming. In the parlance of pop culture, it’s an outing. You can become a Halloween extrovert and strut it, or you can be discovered in the shadows of someone’s doorway. I’ve always gone for the idea…
2016-10-20 12:00:25When I was a girl, I loved the “B” horror films of the 1950’s. My dad introduced them to me and I enjoyed the terrible acting, cheap sets, and silly gimmicks. Even today, the letter B raises images of…
2016-10-20 06:00:28Growing up in the Bible Belt I felt like an outcast. I didn’t care about Miss Piggy and her jewels that she always raved about. I was down with the Count. I didn’t have the typical upbringing. I was…
2016-10-19 10:00:49 I have spent much of my adult life chasing my drug of choice: the feeling of October in the New England of my childhood. The day gets darker earlier, the air becomes a little crisp like an apple,…
2016-10-19 06:00:44 This last Halloween was the first for my family in our new house. While my wife and I anxiously waited for children to show up at our door in search of treats, not a single one appeared. I…
2016-10-18 06:00:09I knew I’d made the right choice of mate when I suggested to my fiancée that we have a Halloween wedding, and he agreed. While the internet is rife with ideas for Halloween weddings, it’s still considered a non-traditional…
2016-10-17 06:00:33Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, or at least a tie with Christmas. You can’t beat the latter for spending time with family and friends, the gift exchanges, the way it brings out cheer even in years of…
2016-10-16 06:00:28“A mirror that drips blood? Really?” That was the response an editor of an anthology of horror stories gave me after she read and rejected my submission. Let’s go back a few years. I once worked at a haunted…
