Tagged Emily P. Freeman


The Open Life

My grandmother’s hands belong to me now. I look at my thumb and I see hers, smoothing the Scotch tape onto the box with the cartoon wrapping paper. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m too old to be giddy, so I stay up late with my sister and we help her wrap gifts for our young…

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