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A Witch for a Day

Masks Off
by Ben Huberman
We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?


If I had to wear a costume for Halloween, I would go dressed as a witch. It’s easy to have — a black cloak, a hat, and a broom.

The only difference would be attaching a small machine to the broom, so that I could go up in the air, at the start of a button.

I can imagine ringing my neighbor’s house. They would be expecting children for trick, or treat, certainly not a grown up, make believe witch. When they would open the door, I would shoot up. Another ring, and then another. They would be spooked, and give up opening their door on that night to anyone else.

This is all fantasy. I know I will never do something like that, even for fun’s sake.

I had an actual witch for a grandma. No wait, that is not correct —- she was my grandmother’s sister.

How she knew magic? I wish I had known I would be writing someday, and had thought of asking her when she was alive. She died decades ago, so that’s not possible.


Living With A Lizard

I dislike lizards bordering on vengeance. They are so creepy, and hideous. If they didn’t try to get inside the house, I wouldn’t have disliked them that much. Somehow they find their way in.

When my husband R was alive, at least I could count on him to get rid of them. Now that I live alone, I get heart attacks every time I see one, especially when I am chasing it with a broom, and it gets entangled with my foot. I make  so much noise like someone is about to murder me. I won’t like my neighbors to hear me shrieking, but that’s what I do.

Why can’t they stay outside? With colder months coming they hide near doorways, and get inside the minute you open the door. Once they hide inside they are difficult to find except when you see them on the roof. It’s a heart stopping moment.