Carnival

Carnival

I was a young Philadelphian, freshly divorced, and looking for a new city in which to start my new life. I was tired of rat-filled alleys and dirty heaps of black snow that lined the streets like piles of coal. At a library, I happened upon a travel magazine. And on...
Sleigh Ride

Sleigh Ride

Homemade snow pants of thick wool, ice caked on my jacket sleeves and on my mittens: I head out with my best friend, Rita doll, who’s decked out in her brown velvet cape my mother made. She has a shoebox for a sleigh and away we go to a magic winter land—over huge...
Thirty Degrees Below Zero

Thirty Degrees Below Zero

I like the cold so brisk and fresh it cuts through clothes and crimps nose hair. I like the winter mornings, dark at first giving way to crystallized trees and pastel sunrises. I like waking up under six heaped blankets so deep I crawl out of the mattress depression....
A Nostalgic Zephyr: William Hoffman on the Old Jewish West Side

A Nostalgic Zephyr: William Hoffman on the Old Jewish West Side

It is difficult to choose from Bill Hoffman’s writings because they are all so compelling. Street by street and door by door and character by character he documented an important piece of Saint Paul—Jewish life on the West Side flats—that no longer exists. Hoffman...