Embracing Your Inner Werewolf

An essay about “too-ness.”

Tracy Willis
Modern Women

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Photo by Hans on Pixabay

It’s October. It’s officially Monster Season. As a kid, Halloween was my favorite holiday. My super creative teacher mom created our costumes for us when we were tiny. She had a knack for looking at a collection of unrelated items and whipping them up into something worthy of a night of trick-or-treating. As we got older, the costume designs became our responsibility. We didn’t live in a walkable neighborhood, so she drove us around our small town to friends’, teachers’, and church members’ houses so we could fill up our orange plastic pumpkins and pillow cases.

Grandma and Grandpa’s house was always our last stop of the night. Every year it was the same: we shouted “trick-or-treat” at their door, and Grandpa, while wearing his prismatic glasses that looked like crazy bloodshot eyes, threw the door open and pulled us inside. They saved the full-size candy bars for us and our cousins. And never one to let a holiday pass without presents for her grandchildren, my Grandma stacked Halloween presents wrapped in tissue paper and curly ribbon against their television set. We always acted surprised, but we knew we would be wearing new pajamas that night after we sorted our candy and negotiated the high stakes trades.

The night ended with Halloween tv specials. As we got older, the tv specials became darker…

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Tracy Willis
Modern Women

I'm a teacher who woke up one day and asked, “How the hell did I get here?” Writing compels me, and I've learned to listen when the universe speaks. Finally.