Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. There aren’t the overwhelming obligations, expectations and family drama that come with Christmas and Thanksgiving. The candy is on par with Easter, but the holiday itself is nowhere near as formal and stuffy. There’s way less sweating and bug bites than 4th of July, Memorial…

Look, just because your dad made Halloween a nightmare for you growing up on Elm Street, that doesn’t mean you can’t move on and start enjoying the holiday again.

We have so few creature comforts right now, when any day without a news hailstorm denting our collective psyches feels like a gift. If Halloween is your sweet release, your self-care, your favorite damn holiday, live your (ersatz) truth!!

Katherine you're supposed to dress up as something you’re NOT on Halloween. "Pretentious blogger who thinks people care about their absurdly shallow, pointless edgelord takes on things well-adjusted adults enjoy" is just who you are, deep in your heart.

have some cheese with that whine.

As if this week hasn’t been enough already, we still have to contend with Halloween, that annual celebration of people indulging their worst, most insufferable selves.

You must be fun at parties.

Is Christopher Plummer available?