Tag Archives: My Family

We

January 15, 2010 – 9:47 pm

(The following essay is a guest post written by my father, poet Rowell S. Hoff, expanding on a theme from a poem he wrote a few years ago.  I have included the poem at the end. -Geoff Hoff) We The English pronoun we is difficult. Of course it is not difficult when it refers to [...]

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The Long and Winding Closet

August 14, 2008 – 1:13 pm

I am surprised when people I meet don’t know I’m gay. How could they not figure that out? I am also surprised when I meet someone and they do know. How can they tell? It’s a little schizophrenic, I guess (no disrespect intended to any of my schizophrenic readers) but both are true. I have [...]

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Halva On My Mind

August 7, 2008 – 12:11 pm

My mother had several things that she considered treats, things that she parceled out to us as if they were diamonds. Lox was one. If you are unaware of this rare gem, it’s sort of a marriage between smoked salmon and salmon sushi. Good lox, the best lox, melts on your tongue like sweet, smoky [...]

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Learning Spanish – What a Pity

June 25, 2008 – 2:10 pm

When I was thirteen my father, his second wife and their then two young children moved to the Dominican Republic, the country that shares the island of Hispaniola in the Caribbean with Haiti. I saw him once from then until I was in my forties. I kept saying I need to visit him in order [...]

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