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Erika Hoffman

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 […]

“You should get your teeth whitened before your son’s wedding,” my friend Laura suggested. “Sounds painful,” I said curling my upper lip under, protecting my sensitive, non-pearly whites. “Definitely, do it.” So, I phoned my daughter who left North Carolina to attend dental school in New York. She said she could whiten mine a few […]

Valentines on the Ledge

By Erika Hoffman

The dawn of Valentine’s Day, I awoke alone in our king- sized bed. I was awakened before the alarm went off by a plaintive cry from beyond the wall. I stumbled over pillows tossed casually on the floor in front of our balcony door. I pulled the curtain aside but saw nothing. I still heard […]

Volunteering On My Own Terms

When my kids were in elementary school, I noticed that many other moms were good bakers and brought treats to school on a regular basis. I couldn’t compete. I’m no Martha Stewart. Several were adept at craft projects. Again, Martha and I were worlds apart. Nor did I care to be a go-for, whose duty […]

Like a Rolling Stone

By Erika Hoffman

Like a Rolling Stone

I never went to concerts when I was a teen or a college student. They were expensive, and I was not musically inclined, which was a disappointment to my mother who during the ‘60s played her accordion avidly and joyfully many afternoons in our split level in New Jersey. Of course, I was aware of […]

Oooh la la – Not So Much

When I was a teen, I was an unabashed Francophile. Everything about France, I found superior to here. During high school I studied French, did well in my language courses and travelled to France with a youth tour group one summer. I was there on Bastille Day and found the festivities more to my liking […]

The Best I Could

By Erika Hoffman

The Best I Could

On the day we drove my 92 year old father to UNC Hospital with the hemorrhagic stroke making it impossible for him to see anything on the left, he joked along the route. Once in the emergency room, an attractive young doc extended her long arm and took his bony hand in hers as she […]

Dream, Dream, Dream

By Erika Hoffman

Dream, Dream, Dream

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” This first line of Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier, gives me shivers all these decades later because it evokes emotion with the word “dream.” It hooks you because folks can relate to dreaming about a past place they once knew. Who hasn’t felt the power of […]

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