recipe for celebrating halloween in the city, where trick-or-treating (even if i was comfortable with it and didn’t assume that every stranger i came into contact with was a murderer-in-waiting) is near impossible: give your kid his first ever “sweet,” as he calls them. laugh at his failed attempts to ingest said sweet. dance around to spooky, witch-cackling, door-creaking records. get dressed up and get into character (the most important step of all). do a quick, casual iphone photoshoot in the nearest grass-having neighbourhood (because when it’s your first year celebrating in costume, you need something to remember it by). play make believe. eat artisan doughnuts. walk beneath leaf-shedding trees. stop and smell the approach of autumn. watch harry potter. and, as always, mourn the death of james and lily, but celebrate the power of love.
(insert harry and the potter’s “the weapon” here)