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brooklyn-queens days
My mother remembers a time, when she was about 12, that my grandmother took her to Macy’s in Herald Square. Living deep in Queens, where you had to take a 20-minute bus ride to the Flushing/Main Street stop on the 7, Manhattan was always a treat. Inside the store, an employee marched up to my grandmother and snapped, “Shouldn’t she be in school?,” referring to my mother. My grandmother, a generally shy woman with a strong propensity for sass, politely told the cashier that it was Brooklyn-Queens Day. As residents of Whitestone, Queens, my mother had the day off from school.

My parents grew up in Queens. My entire family left Queens to try to make a home elsewhere. I grew up outside of Boston. I now live in Brooklyn. Brooklyn-Queens Days is my attempt to find home.