The Witching Hour: #Story (Poem)
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…
Don’t you love ghost stories? It’s October and Fall is officially here, as we begin to settle in and prepare for shorter days and colder nights. Soon, the trick-or-treaters will be donning scary costumes, carting around paper bags or pillow cases and scouring the neighborhoods, while looking for their bounty.
Aw, how I remember Halloween discovered. For many years, we had hosted nine foreign exchange students. My husband and I have both agreed we gained much more from our experience with these students than we would have ever thought was possible. Among the many things, we learned our holidays were very foreign to them in just […]