Pricey Diary:

I used to be brushing my tooth one morning, and I appeared down at my hand resting on
the counter. It was my mum’s hand.

I grew up in School Level, Queens. My mom by no means drove a automobile right here in America, though she had pushed a farm tractor again in Scotland as a youngster. So, my mom and father walked, and, as kids, so did we. (If we would have liked to go to Flushing, we took the bus.)

My predominant reminiscence of strolling with my mum after I was little is how briskly she walked. I shortly realized to look each methods and to run throughout the road.

Strolling with my mom, I all the time held on tightly to her hand. I used to be afraid to let go. I bear in mind feeling like my toes left the bottom when her skirts whipped round my legs as we walked. Block after block, my hand held on to hers; it was my job to not get misplaced.

I by no means preferred my mom’s fingers, who is aware of why? I’ve all the time grown my fingernails lengthy to ensure our fingers appeared completely different (although not so lengthy now that I’m nearing my late 60s).

Once I was younger, I used to be instructed I had fairly fingers. Now I see she should have had fairly fingers when she was younger, too. I used to ask her to pet my head. I bear in mind her fingers have been light.

Sure, I’ve my mum’s fingers. I’d say they’re an identical.

— Nancy Hope Fischer


Pricey Diary:

I stay in House 2B. As I walked previous 1B at some point final winter, I heard somebody taking part in the guitar.

I acknowledged the music as “Have a look at Miss Ohio,” however I had by no means met my downstairs neighbor and didn’t need to interrupt a apply session.

So, I scribbled a word on the again of an envelope that I had in my bag and slid it underneath the door. “In case you ever need to jam with a fiddle participant, come knock on 2B!” the word mentioned.

Later, after I returned from visiting household, I discovered a word had been slipped underneath my door. It was a response from my neighbor, who had returned my letter wrapped in his.

We had 4 jam classes early final 12 months. Then, sadly, he moved out over the summer season. Our new downstairs neighbors left us a word as soon as, however it was simply to inform us we walked too loudly.

— Isa Simon


Pricey Diary:

Solar and sea gulls remind me of my saltwater childhood,
Of tears, tides, taffy and summers after I escaped from that ocean,
Throughout which lived cousins, salt of the earth,
Descendants of survivors of the Struggle,
And realized to paddle a canoe
All on my own
By means of clear, calmer waters
The place cities and sorrows
Drift calmly
Away

— Joanna Brod


Pricey Diary:

I used to be dwelling in Carroll Gardens on the time. Each week, I’d stroll just a few blocks to a laundromat. Among the many gadgets I typically had in my bag was a pair of very loud, multicolor-striped socks.

One Sunday, after returning residence and beginning to fold my freshly washed garments, I used to be solely capable of finding one of many socks. I assumed the lacking one was misplaced perpetually.

As I used to be on my strategy to the laundromat some weeks later, although, I got here throughout a single sock on the sidewalk. It had distinctive multicolor stripes. It was a little bit waterlogged, however I picked it up anyway and reunited it with its brother.

Months handed, and I wore the socks typically. Then at some point, my spouse moved our mattress. There on the ground was a single multicolor-striped sock.

Now I had three.

— Alex Robins


Pricey Diary:

I had parked at a metered spot on Columbus Avenue whereas I picked up my beagle Mabel from day care.

Returning to my automobile after retrieving the canine, I reached for the door, solely to really feel it jerk again just a few inches after being hit by the S.U.V. parked in entrance of me.

After placing Mabel within the automobile and giving her a deal with, I checked my entrance finish for injury. As I did, the motive force of the S.U.V. approached me.

“Do you’ve gotten time left in your meter ticket?” he requested.

“Didn’t you simply hit my automobile?” I replied.

“I tapped it,” he mentioned. “Very light”

“You hit my automobile sufficient to maneuver it a number of inches as I used to be making an attempt to get into it, and now you’re asking me to provide the unused time on my ticket?”

“I went out of the home with out my pockets.”

“I love your moxie,” I mentioned, taken the ticket off the dashboard and handing it over.

“Thanks,” he mentioned. “I’ll be extra light subsequent time.”

— Charity Robey

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