Her Mum’s Hand
I used to be brushing my tooth one morning, and I regarded 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 an adolescent. 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 rapidly realized to look each methods and to run throughout the road.
Strolling with my mom, I at all times held on tightly to her hand. I used to be afraid to let go. I keep 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 preferred my mom’s arms, who is aware of why? I’ve at all times grown my fingernails lengthy to ensure our arms regarded completely 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 should have had fairly arms when she was younger, too. I used to ask her to pet my head. I keep in mind her arms had been mild.
Sure, I’ve my mum’s arms. I’d say they’re similar.
— Nancy Hope Fischer
I reside in Condo 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 word on the again of an envelope that I had in my bag and slid it beneath the door. “In the event you ever wish 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 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 word 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 Conflict,
And realized to paddle a canoe
All on my own
By clear, calmer waters
The place cities and sorrows
— Joanna Brod
I used to be residing in Carroll Gardens on the time. Each week, I might stroll a couple of blocks to a laundromat. Among the many gadgets I usually had in my bag was a pair of very loud, multicolor-striped socks.
One Sunday, after returning house 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 ceaselessly.
As I used to be on my method 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 automobile after retrieving the canine, I reached for the door, solely to really feel it jerk again a couple of 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 harm. As I did, the motive force of the S.U.V. approached me.
“Do you have got time left in your meter ticket?” he requested.
“Didn’t you simply hit my automobile?” I replied.
“I tapped it,” he mentioned. “Very mild”
“You hit my automobile sufficient to maneuver it a number of inches as I used to be attempting 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 like your moxie,” I mentioned, taken the ticket off the dashboard and handing it over.
“Thanks,” he mentioned. “I’ll be extra mild subsequent time.”
— Charity Robey
Illustrations by Agnes Lee