It’s all about women. It’s all about you.
By Erika Hoffman
The Supermoon lit up the window of our bedroom. I woke with a start. The kids are gone. I bolted upright in bed, eyes wide open. My snoring husband stopped his rhythmic inhalation mid-snort and rolled over. “You say something?” he muttered. “No,” I stated. I punched my pillow repeatedly and balled it up. I [...]
By Erika Hoffman
I’m of an age when I prefer buying bathing suits with a skirt. If I do purchase a one piece minus the extra material, I then get the skirt accessory. I never swim without my skirt. On June 5, 2010, I suggested a break from scouring the stove at our beach cottage. The cleansing is [...]
By Erika Hoffman
In 2007, my husband and I visited Ireland. Of all the marvelous experiences encountered there, including the must-see Cliffs of Moher, a boat ride to the islet where St. Patrick was banished and the harpists and singers at Bunratty Castle, I was most moved listening to “Danny Boy” in the cellar of Ashford Castle, along [...]
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