Dear friends,
I remember with great fondness Halloweens when my boys, Eric and Brian, were young. We would create costumes for weeks. My favorites were the clown costumes I sewed for days. I had a standard outfit that I wore every year—an orange chiff on robe with miles of fabric in it. I reversed the eye shadow and lipstick for the evening. My lips were painted blue, and my eyelids were always red. Of course, I put on a black hat and whooshed to the door when little treat seekers rang the doorbell. They made interesting comments about my getup. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a gypsy on Halloween. Mom would get out her costume jewelry, and I would meticulously restring beads and baubles, creating the most ornate…