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The Art of Living
She digs deep into her Halloween bag, a brown paper sack
decorated with crayon-drawn ghosts and Jack-o-lanterns. She
touches the crinkly-paper candy wrappers and searches
feverishly for the orange square package she wants. Her head
poking inside the dark bag to help speed up her search.
Ah, wait a minute; there it is. The little freckle-face girl
smiles with satisfaction. She pulls the small package out of
the bag and eagerly unwraps it. Mmmmmm, she now carefully un-
peels the brown pleated paper from the chocolate sides,
delighted as she hears the quiet rippling sounds it makes. She
loves the way the dark-brown wax paper feels between her
fingers as it is separated from the chocolate, one ridge at a
Now she holds the chocolate cup pressed between her finger and
thumb. One bite, another, and one more. Oh how delicious that
chocolate peanut butter cup tastes. She searches for more in
her brown paper bag. How many did she get this Halloween? She
eagerly digs and digs deep into the bag to pull out her
favorite treat. Then she decides it's better to dump her
treasure onto the floor and sort through the candies that way.
This year was a good year. She counts all of the peanut butter
cups; 12 in all. Now to hide them from her impish little
brother who is known to steal Halloween candy from her. Her
eyes scanning her bedroom for a perfect hiding place. Where to
hide her prized treats? Her eyes finally come to rest on one
of her favorite toys. Quickly, she stuffs all 12 chocolates
into her Barbie doll house. He would never think to look in
there. It would be beneath him to do so.
She gets up from the hardwood floor to stand in front of her
mirror. Better wash up and get ready for bed. After all, there
is school tomorrow.
She gazes at her image in the huge mirror. She loves the way
she looks. Her pink dress with tiny white dots made a nice
Halloween costume. It's a neighbor's dress she borrowed for
the day. How wonderful it must be to have a mother who sews.
She wouldn't know.
This dress made her feel especially beautiful. It's long full
hoop skirt reminiscent of a southern belle with its twirling
fullness and stiff crinoline. Her petticoats adding yet
another layer to her lace trimmed dress. Her neck bejeweled
with a sumptuous black velvet choker with sparkling
rhinestones and dime-store gems. An elaborately decorated
headband intertwined with flowing ribbons and fresh-cut
flowers from the backyard; asters, mums, and bachelor-buttons.
Her black hair, thick and wavy from the cold-damp Michigan
The awkward little freckle-face girl is a beauty and she is
filled with excitement over her Halloween candy stash. She
wants this day to last longer and not revert to the ordinary.
The ordinary day made up of school, homework, ordinary
clothes, and no sweet treats to collect. Halloween candy, her
treasure. Halloween costume, her imaginary day.
A loving mother to an incredibly intelligent and beautiful young adult, writer, textile artist, and a nurturing keeper of a very lovable Siberian cat and Sir Finlay my rescued Terrier mix.