Susan Hoffman
Stories
Stories
Stories
Stranger on the Bridge
The quiet ambiance of this pieds à terre in Manhattan, has been obliterated by the clamor of my own thoughts. Developing literary characters has me wondering about [...]
Culinary Delicacies Tinged with Grief
‘Gomboc’ (pronounced gomboats), are the Hungarian version of potato dumplings. Like matzo balls, their success or failure depends on their consistency, practice making perfect. When they achieve [...]
Walls
I have an illusive memory of standing in my crib wailing piteously, my heart fluttering like a chickadee’s, all because I imagined that a hairline crack in [...]
Rolls Royce
In our family cars were handed down from one to another the way outgrown clothes are passed down in other families. We never traded them in with new [...]
Philip’s Foible
It was snowing the night Philip’s ill-fated impulse led him to Lucy’s house. He hadn’t intended to go there, he just wanted to go out for a walk [...]
Love in the Times of Covid
In an effort to extricate herself from pandemic paralysis, Ella decides on an outing to Trinity Bellwoods Park. Rattan tote packed with tartan blanket, notebook, Kobo, and [...]
The Value of Toys
Only a few of the most resilient managed to return from the camps. They were determined to rebuild from the rubble of buildings that were once the [...]
Celebration
The seventies had just begun, an exciting new decade that saw me sliding into adulthood. Literally sliding this day on treacherous streets through blowing snow, trying to [...]