"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
We saw baby pirates, glittering princesses; and a rumpled, white-wigged Einstein. My grandkids were a 50s-style greaser, a bumblebee and SpiderMan. It was chaotic and fun.
True, I never found the treasure trove of costumes that my own girls wore, many of them hand-made by their seamstress grandma. But those will undoubtedly show up soon, in plenty of time for me to lose them by next Halloween.
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posted by Anne Cassidy at
9:12 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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