Halloween Haunts: Comforting Visitations by Damian Serbu
For some odd reason, a Halloween memory from high school popped into my head the other day. I’m not one to love going back to immerse myself in high school reflections. I didn’t love or hate that part of my life. I survived, but I also think I was tortured by being in the closet at a time frought with a ton of emotion and turmoil. Looking back, I see how much living in the closet affected who I was, who I wanted to be, and what came across to other people. At a period when those around me explored…

















