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Erika Hoffman

The Chico’s Connection

By Erika Hoffman

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His freshman year, my son met a girl. At dinner one spring evening in the outskirts of Atlanta, after a long drive from North Carolina, his dad, sister and I were introduced to Jessica, a pretty girl with auburn hair and green eyes. I could tell our 18 year old son was in love. That […]

Think “Pot”

By Erika Hoffman

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“You left the candle burning all night,” my husband, of 40 years, greeted me. “Sounds like lyrics to a song,” I said, yawned, and grabbed eggs from the fridge. “It didn’t burn all the way – luckily.” “Scented candles are slow burners.” After his omelet, he packed up his laptop, full coffee mug, and bundles […]

Catty Me!

By Erika Hoffman

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“I hope you write that story, Erika. You owe it to your readership,” Susana emailed. “I think an issue of a magazine on cats would give you just the prompt you need to write down that wonderful story you recounted so wittily, fluidly, vividly and spicily.” When I related my tale, we were floating in […]

Ahimsa

By Erika Hoffman

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I started a new yoga class today. It’s for beginners, I’ve taken yoga before. I’m always the one in the back of the class: the one who during “down dog” is peering over at fellow students assessing if my dog is sufficiently down enough to pass muster. I’m the one slipping out to get a […]

Doldrums

By Erika Hoffman

I felt a bit in the doldrums. Two of my friends, who were supposed to accompany me on a day trip, cancelled. I went anyway. The field trip wasn’t as intriguing as I thought it would be. The next day I developed a cold, and I blamed bus germs from the previous day’s trip. The […]

I Go Back

By Erika Hoffman

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I remember Mommy. She’s squeezing her accordion in and out for all its worth, seated on a folding chair with a blue three sided cardboard stand unfolded and erected in front of her. She’s playing in the hallway of our split level home in Plainfield, New Jersey. The intense expression on her face bewilders eight […]

Why be Busy?

By Erika Hoffman

Loneliness: The word creates an onomatopoeic effect. I never experienced loneliness much as a child, a teen, a young adult, a working adult, a middle-aged woman or a 50-something. Now a decade older, I’m starting to comprehend its meaning. No longer do I pursue a career. Inside my home, I complete mundane chores, watch the […]

My two miniature dachshunds can be very vexing. If it is raining, they will not pee outside. If it is the day after it has rained and the blades of grass are slightly wet, they will not pee outside. If the sun is shining brightly, they don’t want to go outside to pee. If they […]

Love It or Leave It

By Erika Hoffman

Love It or Leave It

Havana has been dubbed the city of columns. For me, it was the city of tripping hazards! I’d have loved to peer upwards to view those Ionian columns, but if I took my eyes off the pavement for a nano-second, I’d fall over an upturned sidewalk or tumble into an open manhole or step in […]

Mosquito Legs

By Erika Hoffman

Mosquito Legs

“Mosquito legs” was the nickname I was given as a kid. I had skinny limbs; my ribs stuck out, and my shoulders were bony ridges. Each morning, Mom used to spoon me an elixir called Pallidac, an iron supplement. What a picky eater I was! I couldn’t let my foods touch. I avoided anything green […]

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