Andy HoffmanSão Paulo changes fast. Most of the changes improve the city. Deb grew up here and harbors dreadful memories of violence, poverty, dictatorship, and environmental…
We must have passed The Cup and Saucer dozens of times driving on Vermont’s Route 100 near Wilmington. Route 100 runs the length of the…
Our first morning in Montreal, after a grueling drive that forced a late arrival, our hosts prepared a welcoming meal. Our hosts had invited us…
My mother, Elaine Hoffman of Providence RI, lived a long a beautiful life of glory and tragedy, the sort of person people of good-will flocked…
Deborah LeipzigerWe awaken in a yellow room, which glows with bright sunshine.
It’s true what they say: you can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs. The eggs I break here involve travel and restaurant reviews. The love…
The first trip Deb and I took together we went to Northern California, where my sister, son, and niece – and their respective partners –…
The simplicity of breakfast makes it almost impossible to perfect. Eggs, home fries, pancakes, and coffee. Nothing there to challenge even the sleep-deprived, except each…
Deb and I voluntarily parted for two weeks. It wasn’t like any parting I had experienced before, and – like anyone who has lived long…