Her Mum’s Hand
I used to be brushing my enamel one morning, and I seemed 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 young person. 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 once 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 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 arms, who is aware of why? I’ve at all times grown my fingernails lengthy to verify our arms seemed totally different (although not so lengthy now that I’m nearing my late 60s).
After I was younger, I used to be instructed 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 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 Condominium 2B. As I walked previous 1B someday 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 wish to interrupt a follow session.
So, I scribbled a word on the again of an envelope that I had in my bag and slid it underneath the door. “If you happen to 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 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 yr. Then, sadly, he moved out over the summer time. Our new downstairs neighbors left us a word as soon as, however it 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 once 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 way of 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 typically had in my bag was a pair of very loud, multicolor-striped socks.
One Sunday, after returning dwelling 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 without end.
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 slightly waterlogged, however I picked it up anyway and reunited it with its brother.
Months handed, and I wore the socks typically. Then someday, 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’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 mild”
“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 mild subsequent time.”
— Charity Robey
Illustrations by Agnes Lee