Josh Duart

Witches and Slippers and Grandma, Oh My!

“Whose hands are those?!”, my Grandmother exclaimed in false surprise as she continued to wash the dishes that Sunday evening. My 6-year-old self stifled a laugh from behind the other side of the sink where I was holding up my hands, wiggling my fingers over the edge of counter. My grandmother could see my hands, but not the rest of me.