by David Hoffman There was a time years ago, in high school and college, when I felt awkward, repulsive and worthless. I had a hard time talking to strangers because I imagined that they must...
February 2, 2014
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by David Hoffman So here we are, together for now in this time and place. But a break is coming: a conclusion and a commencement, and there will be comings and goings. We will not be the...
May 5, 2013
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6:07 PM
by David Hoffman My handwritten words, in a notebook: Wednesday, March 12, 2003, 11:40 a.m., San Diego, California. Sharon and I have lived in our apartment for a year and seven months,...
March 11, 2013
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5:44 PM
by David Hoffman It was an introvert’s nightmare, and I was the introvert: I’m standing in a public square, reaching out to the people streaming past, calling attention to myself...
March 11, 2013
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9:51 AM
by David Hoffman A few minutes before the zero hour, people begin to stir in the large lecture hall. I look around nervously. I want to go to the protest at noon, but that would involve...
November 25, 2012
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7:23 PM
by David Hoffman This is a story of a distant place, and memory, and time. 25 years ago tonight, I stood in a hall full of photographs come to life. I was a senior in college, serving as...
November 12, 2012
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7:23 PM