Yes, this is how I greeted my children this morning. They have come to expect their mom/bonus mom in costume, with spooktacular treats prepared for breakfast. I do it all in my mom’s spirit and memory.

Halloween was always epic in my house. I am still known in certain circles for my mom’s intricately decorated, spook filled haunted houses. You could hear the chilling music from a mile away. My mom rigged a ghost to fly down to scare the shit out of any child who dared to reach into her smoking cauldron of candy. 👻 And, if they weren’t spooked enough after surviving several creeptastic rooms of horror, my father would chase after them as a deranged warewolf Frankenstein hybrid. I could go on and on.

Anyway, my mom owned Halloween. Her witch cackle (and homemade costume, warts and all) were second-to-none. 💯

As an adult, I used to love getting her wake-up calls on Halloween. “I am going to get you my little sweetie!” [Insert cackle here] She would always deliver the best trick or treat bags, filled to the brim with goodies for my kids and me. To say I miss her desperately today is an understatement. 😭

Instead of dwelling on my sadness, I honor her as the Queen of MissFortune. My cackle isn’t as good as hers, and I have yet to tackle a haunted house (next year!), but, today and every day, I am my mother’s daughter. 💔

Happy Halloween! 🎃🎃🎃😘