• I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing the sewing machine. I slowly tip toed down the stairs to see my mom still there –– even during all hours of darkness – the television on and her hands hard at work. She would end up creating the best black cat costume I’d ever seen. October was cold in our neck of the woods. We usually saw snow at least once during the month and our costumes had to do more than just disguise our little spirits; they also had to keep out the chill of the cool Halloween air. Maybe it was the excitement of going out after dark. Maybe it was the endless stream of refined sugar that coursed through our veins. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what hid around every corner. But Halloween has always been my favourite holiday of the year. For a girl who didn’t feel like she fit in very well, becoming someone else for a day was something worth waiting for. And so I became… I became the black cat that carried superstition with every step. I became the popular cheerleader that I knew I would never really be. I became the Southern Belle from another time and place. I became. Sometimes I believe that Halloween was created for people like me; with restless souls and haunted minds. For one night a year, a spell was cast and we could roam among the rest; mysteries lingered, identities dissolved, longings revealed. Even now, though I find my truest self exists without a mask, I still love this night most of all. We will light our lanterns and carve our pumpkins. We will welcome all the ghosts and goblins with reckless abandon. And we will celebrate that tiny corner of unrest that lives in all of us. 🖤 #happyhalloween #theviewfromhere #fromwhereistand #writer
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    I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing the sewing machine. I slowly tip toed down the stairs to see my mom still there –– even during all hours of darkness – the television on and her hands hard at work. She would end up creating the best black cat costume I’d ever seen. October was cold in our neck of the woods. We usually saw snow at least once during the month and our costumes had to do more than just disguise our little spirits; they also had to keep out the chill of the cool Halloween air. Maybe it was the excitement of going out after dark. Maybe it was the endless stream of refined sugar that coursed through our veins. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what hid around every corner. But Halloween has always been my favourite holiday of the year. For a girl who didn’t feel like she fit in very well, becoming someone else for a day was something worth waiting for. And so I became… I became the black cat that carried superstition with every step. I became the popular cheerleader that I knew I would never really be. I became the Southern Belle from another time and place. I became. Sometimes I believe that Halloween was created for people like me; with restless souls and haunted minds. For one night a year, a spell was cast and we could roam among the rest; mysteries lingered, identities dissolved, longings revealed. Even now, though I find my truest self exists without a mask, I still love this night most of all. We will light our lanterns and carve our pumpkins. We will welcome all the ghosts and goblins with reckless abandon. And we will celebrate that tiny corner of unrest that lives in all of us. 🖤 #happyhalloween #theviewfromhere #fromwhereistand #writer
  • Dressing up as the refined gentleman that his 85 lbs teenage self is most definitely not right now. He has committed to barking with a British accent to stay in character... 😆 #halloween #theviewfromhere #puppiesofinstagram #englishcreamgoldenretriever
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    Dressing up as the refined gentleman that his 85 lbs teenage self is most definitely not right now. He has committed to barking with a British accent to stay in character... 😆 #halloween #theviewfromhere #puppiesofinstagram #englishcreamgoldenretriever
  • Sipping coffee in the background. #wordlover #fromwhereistand #sonder #mood
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    Sipping coffee in the background. #wordlover #fromwhereistand #sonder #mood