Her Mum’s Hand
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 Faculty Level, Queens. My mom by no means drove a automotive right here in America, though she had pushed a farm tractor again in Scotland as a young person. So, my mom and father walked, and, as kids, so did we. (If we wanted 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 ft 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 favored my mom’s arms, who is aware of why? I’ve all the time grown my fingernails lengthy to ensure our arms appeared totally different (although not so lengthy now that I’m nearing my late 60s).
After I was younger, I used to be informed I had fairly arms. Now I see she will need to have had fairly arms when she was younger, too. I used to ask her to pet my head. I bear in mind her arms had been light.
Sure, I’ve my mum’s arms. I’d say they’re equivalent.
— Nancy Hope Fischer
I dwell in Condominium 2B. As I walked previous 1B at some point final winter, I heard somebody taking part in the guitar.
I acknowledged the track as “Take a look at Miss Ohio,” however I had by no means met my downstairs neighbor and didn’t wish to interrupt a apply session.
So, I scribbled a be aware on the again of an envelope that I had in my bag and slid it beneath the door. “In case you ever wish to jam with a fiddle participant, come knock on 2B!” the be aware stated.
Later, after I returned from visiting household, I discovered a be aware had been slipped beneath my door. It was a response from my neighbor, who had returned my letter wrapped in his.
We had 4 jam periods early final yr. Then, sadly, he moved out over the summer time. Our new downstairs neighbors left us a be aware as soon as, but it surely was simply to inform us we walked too loudly.
— Isa Simon
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
Via clear, calmer waters
The place cities and sorrows
— Joanna Brod
I used to be residing in Carroll Gardens on the time. Each week, I’d stroll a number of blocks to a laundromat. Among the many objects I usually 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 usually. 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
Metered Spot on Columbus
I had parked at a metered spot on Columbus Avenue whereas I picked up my beagle Mabel from day care.
Returning to my automotive after retrieving the canine, I reached for the door, solely to really feel it jerk again a number of inches after being hit by the S.U.V. parked in entrance of me.
After placing Mabel within the automotive and giving her a deal with, I checked my entrance finish for harm. As I did, the motive force of the S.U.V. approached me.
“Do you will have time left in your meter ticket?” he requested.
“Didn’t you simply hit my automotive?” I replied.
“I tapped it,” he stated. “Very light”
“You hit my automotive 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 stated, taken the ticket off the dashboard and handing it over.
“Thanks,” he stated. “I’ll be extra light subsequent time.”
— Charity Robey
Illustrations by Agnes Lee