1 0 october 2018 |
Ghostwriting on Halloween
The hour is fast approaching when I get to dress up like a bag
lady, frighten little children and walk around the block disturbing
all my neighbors. In other words, it’s just another day at my place.
I never know what to wear for Halloween. A clown offered
to lend me his outfit. What a nice jester. My Salvador Dali
costume is the surreal deal but my piñata costume is always
a big hit. I was thinking about going as a dead person but the
competition will be stiff. I tried making a cannibal costume, but
it cost me an arm and a leg.
Question: Does anyone know what Mozart and Beethoven
are doing right now? Answer: Decomposing.
Every year I pretend to be the same thing for Halloween: Not
home. One time I opened my door to three kids dressed as the
scariest things I could possibly imagine: IRS agents. I finally saw a
shrink about my phobias and he told me I should just get over it. I
was a Freud of that.
I’ll admit I still have some baggage from childhood — my
Winnie-the-Pooh duffle bag and Peanuts lunch box, for example.
Not to brag, but I can still fit into my insecurities from high school.
I think I might have bad posture, but that’s just a hunch.
Karen Anderson is the managing editor of “At Home”
magazine and the author of “The Hawaii Home Book,
Practical Tips For Tropical Living.” She can be reached at