A confession
I have a confession to make: I don’t like Halloween. Image Credit No, I mean it. I would even venture to say that I’m a Halloween grinch. Image Credit The only pumpkin we have right now is one of those cute tiny ones, but only because it’s my way of celebrating fall. I also have a fall wreath hanging on my door that I decorated at a Relief Society activity. But no ghosts, no witches, no goblins, skeletons, or any of that stuff at my house...because I don’t like Halloween. Oh sure, I loved it as a kid because it was a holiday devoted to dressing up and getting free candy, but since I’m well past trick-or-treating age...I’m not a fan. The older I get, the more cynical I've become about the over-commercialism of the holidays. Thanksgiving seems to be devoted to binge eating, watching football, and getting ready for Black Friday. Christmas is all about getting lots of presents, and Easter is just about candy and bunnies. Yeah, I know, the Christmas bab...