Behind a Window: Summers at Mom-Mom’s


nowme takes the pics & i write the words*

Ellie looked up from her phone when Mom exited the George Washington Bridge. Maryland and fifth grade a distant memory. Mom-Mom’s apartment was in the Bronx. She liked this part: ridin’ in the heart of the city, music blaring from bodegas, people covering the block. Mom-Mom’s building had the green window shades.

She was named after her grandmother Eleanor. For the next few months Ellie would sit at her feet and ask about her mother while Mom-Mom cornrowed her hair. She’d ride the subway and make up dance routines with her cousins under the buzzing streetlights. Summers she belonged.

*Behind a Window: NYC windows, 100-word micro-stories