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Crossing Our Fingers for 2017

We’re baaack…Not that we’re superstitious or anything, but what better day for us Chicks to return to our posts after all the holiday hoopla than Friday the Thirteenth? Because Lady Luck is always on our side…or is she? 

  Marla Cooper

CotC Marla Cooper

I’m not a very superstitious person, but when I see a penny, do I pick it up? Of course I do—and not because I’m saving up for something nice, either. And when I spill salt, okay, maybe I toss a pinch over my shoulder juuuuuust in case, but I don’t really think any ill will befall me if I don’t. When a black cat crosses my path, I’m more likely to run after it with arms outstretched yelling “Kitty!” like a toddler. (In fact, black cats probably think it’s bad luck to cross my path.) However, my grandmother raised me on a complex set of beliefs that involved what happens when various body parts itch: If your nose itches, somebody’s coming. If your hand itches, you’re going to get money. I don’t remember all the rest, but every time I have an itch I wonder what’s going to happen next.


 

Lisa Q. Mathews

CotC Word balloonsSo it’s just my luck (and maybe somewhat telling) that I usually seem to find myself on the flip side of your garden-variety superstitions. I adopted a black cat on purpose (that’s her in the header pic) because no one wanted to take a chance. (Apparently black cats hang around longer in shelters.) Also, way back when, my skating partner and I unexpectedly won a big competition on Friday the 13th. I choose 13 when I’m playing the Lottery (haven’t won yet, though) and I’ll take all the street pennies, heads or tails, that I can get. But as a former New Yorker, I can tell you that walking under a ladder (or heck, under anything) is just plain misguided!


Kellye Garrett

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For me, superstition is a Stevie Wonder song. I don’t have them! I am not afraid of black cats. (I am allergic though.) I don’t freak out on Friday the 13th. (Mainly because I usually forget what day it is.) If I see a penny, I’m not picking it up. (Now if it was a twenty dollar bill…) Like I said, I don’t have superstitions. I do, however, have preferences. For instance, I prefer to not open an umbrella inside. Not because I’m superstitious but because it doesn’t rain inside. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) I also prefer to knock on wood and happen to think that death does indeed happen in threes. I tend to not encounter a lot of ladders but if I did, I definitely won’t be walking under them. Mainly because I can’t fit.


Ellen Byron

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I don’t have a specific superstition I attribute to Friday the 13th, I just feel an impending sense of doom the entire day. My senses are heightened and I’m extra careful with everything I do, as if that will ward off any potential disasters. I feel a huge sense of relief when the day is over. I like to think of myself as a grounded, practical gal, but on Friday the 13th, I’m about as sensible as a caveman seeing an eclipse for the first time.

Readers, do you toss that salt over your shoulder–or just your Freedom fries? Share your favorite superstitions (or lack thereof) in the comments section below!

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8 thoughts on “Crossing Our Fingers for 2017

  1. Love this! And I do feel to “knock on wood,” which I will do even if there’s no wood in sight. Which means I guess it’s more about the knocking. (Geez, I hope that actually works. Or all those knocks just make me someone with a weird compulsion.)

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  2. Marla, I don’t know about an itchy nose, but if you drop a fork it definitely means a woman’s coming to visit. I don’t toss salt, but I do often spill it, as well as other spices. Does that count?

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    • I did not know that, Vickie! I’ll keep my eyes peeled next time I drop my fork. If it were my grandmother, there would probably be a whole corollary belief system that if you drop a knife a man is coming to visit, and if it’s a spoon, a small child is coming to visit, and if it’s one of those wee tiny butter knives a Welsh Corgi is coming to visit. 🙂

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