Emily Dalton

My dad finally had all of our old home movies digitally converted from those little, 8mm video tapes that had to be loaded into the special slot of a larger VHS tape just to watch them. There were probably 70 or 80 of those little tapes, some labeled with thick, black marker, some left namelessly blank, all packed away neatly in an old, wooden clementine crate that sat under the TV in my parents’