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Erika Hoffman

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 […]

Biggest Obstacle

By Erika Hoffman

Biggest Obstacle

Sometimes my biggest obstacle is understanding women. And I’m a woman. I see them stream tears at times when they are talking about a mammogram that is worrisome or a grown child that is experimenting with drugs, or a marriage that is sinking into oblivion. I want to emote. I watch other women do it. […]

The First Time's the Charm

When I was a mother-in-law-to-be the first time, I chose the first dress the saleslady showed me, even though I took my good pal with me to prevent me from doing that very thing. That day, I had planned to buy a champagne hued dress, aka beige. I ended up with fuchsia. It was stunning […]

Adult Children

By Erika Hoffman

Adult Children

Sometimes it’s rewarding to go shopping with your adult son for his needs. My son is 27 and married. He felt he needed a black or gray suit for his interviews for a medical residency. “Don’t you want your wife to pick it out?” I asked him. “She’s busy with school. Would you go with […]

Wear Beige!

By Erika Hoffman

Wear Beige!

When I went to my pal’s son’s wedding, I noticed she wore a tan gown. In the receiving line, I commented to her, “I see you got the memo about the mother of the groom’s apparel.” “Dang right!” replied Susan. “Show up, shut up and wear beige!” We laughed. “Your turn is coming soon.” So […]

Are you Tart or Sweet?

By Erika Hoffman

Are you Tart or Sweet?

“Move on! You are blocking the aisle with your cart,” I said to the guy in front of me who was causing a traffic jam while he waited on the Costco lady to serve him from her warming plate at her station. She raised her hair-netted head and stared at me, the epitome of a […]

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