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Erica Landis started her writing career in Mrs. Kelly's second-grade class with a tear-jerking essay about a No. 2 pencil. In eighth grade, she went on to write herself and her friends into a 1980's General Hospital storyline. The notebook pages were passed around the lunchroom like wildfire.
In 2015, Erica began writing professionally about life after loss and finding happiness again. She was honored by Good Housekeeping Magazine in 2018 for her blog "Atop The Ferris Wheel."
Her career has branched out into writing about travel, wine, health, humor, entertainment, family, and various sponsored content. She enjoys a good SEO challenge and easily adapts to brand voice. She was a 2023 Fellow of The Meadowood Napa Wine Writers' Symposium.
Erica Landis started her writing career in Mrs. Kelly's second-grade class with a tear-jerking essay about a No. 2 pencil. In eighth grade, she went on to write herself and her friends into a 1980's General Hospital storyline. The notebook pages were passed around the lunch table like wildfire.
WWC24 - Can you help me? by Erica Landis
Every story can be a wine story. That's what Dorothy Gaiter and John Brecher of Grape Collective told us at The Meadowood Wine Writers' Symposium in March 2023. As one of the 24 fellows, I listened...
WWC23 - Rob Reynolds, by Erica Landis
The Greeks' passion for wine has been a constant for thousands of years. "Evi evan!" was the toast heard at ancient celebrations of Dionysus. Socrates espoused an early version of "drink responsibly" while raising a toast: "Let us be merry but never drunk." Modern Greeks toast with a hearty and sincere "Yia mas!"
Think outside the Pinot Grigio box and get adventurous with your white wine. From grapes harvested at the base of one of the world's most active volcanoes to bottles inspired by ancient artifacts, Ethica Wines is reshaping the perception of white wine.
We know choosing the right wine to gift a loved one or to serve your holiday guests can be stressful. You want to try something out of the ordinary but not confusing. We also know relaxation isn't easy these days. But try to relax, fellow wine drinkers.
Remember those nights you stayed awake until sunrise, watching the pale pink dawn wake up the sky? If you could bottle that feeling, the one of a well-spent night unfolding into an unexpected day, it would taste like Château d'Esclans' Rock Angel rosé.
Scheid Family Wines, a leading wine producer based in Monterey County, Calif., is proud to add the Grandeur brand to its portfolio, and for it, has brought to life 86 acres of flint and limestone-filled soil by organically cultivating their estate White Flower Vineyard.
Charleston, S.C., natives and visitors alike look forward to the first week of March and, more deliciously, the start of the Charleston Wine + Food festival. Combining Southern hospitality, succulent dishes, and a beautiful locale, this 21-and-over festival is an immersive experience that provides a literal taste of all the area has to offer.
This April, we're looking ahead to a summer filled with wine-, beer-, and spirits-fueled travel featuring the world's best drinking destinations. Discover more from VinePair's Summer Travel Planning series here! Imagine walking into a beautifully illustrated English fairy tale pop-up book; the architecture brims with whimsical colors and shapes set against a backdrop of impressive coastal cliffs; the food offers international flavors crafted with delicious local ingredients.
When my gynecologist first suggested a hysterectomy after reading the pathology report showing precancerous cells in my cervix, my hand instantly flew up into the air in a "thumbs up" position. A hysterectomy sounded like a magic wand that would remove any possibility of cancer from my body. Case closed.
I was chosen as a Fellow for this incredible opportunity. Here are my application essays.
With a potent background in international business, a deep passion for wine, and a knack for seeing great potential in undiscovered terroir, Nicky Hahn knew he was onto something great when he first moved to Monterey, Calif.
Hanukkah is a time to share light, miracles and faith. It's been a difficult year and these stories will reflect that. They're darker than usual. But we hope the miracle of Hanukkah casts its light through these stories. We think the tales will resonate with you because of their mixture of sadness and strength.
The next time you find yourself enjoying a Mom's Night Out, drinking mediocre wine and singing karaoke, you may end up belting out the anthem "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. Fun Fact: Gaynor hails from Newark, New Jersey.
North America has its own less expensive and much closer version of France, just over the New York border in Canada. Give your family a taste of Europe without the airport headaches. Spend your next family vacation in Canada strolling the cobblestone streets of Montreal. Kid-friendly patisseries and cafes are everywhere.
How being slighted at work spurred a writing career
The patterns were so mismatched that they looked intentional. So bad, it was good. A simple skirt and tank top. Floral patterns swirling over my body. Nobody would see me there in my depression uniform. Maybe a grounds worker. Maybe another cemetery visitor.
Many months ago, I entered a writing contest. The challenge was to write about something you always carry with you. A tangible item. And it had to be 500 words. No more...no less. Well, I didn't win the contest. But I wanted to share this story anyway.
A simple 2nd grade assignment taught me how to send my words out into the world when it was too difficult to go out myself. I wish I'd saved that essay. Most likely it was written on that specially lined handwriting practice paper and definitely with a №2 pencil.
by Erica Landis Erica's essay appears in Episode 20 of The Dirty Spoon Radio Hour. Three weeks after losing my only child in a swimming pool accident, I began working at a liquor store. It's not where you'd expect a grieving mother to end up.
Since adults are currently the fastest-growing age group receiving ADHD diagnoses (to the point where some experts are actually concerned it might be over-diagnosed), we put together this guide to help you understand the condition from top to bottom. Let's begin.
I am floating in a warm water pool of a New Jersey YMCA. It's been nine years since I've put my body in a swimming pool. Nine years since my not quite 2-year-old son drowned in a swimming pool accident. I have barely been able to even look at a body of water.
My son Noah was buried with old, worn-out prayer books. The rabbi told us that this was an honor reserved for scholars and children. I loved that idea. In my state of shock, I remember being strangely excited about this as we discussed his burial the night before.
The next time you find yourself enjoying a Mom's Night Out, drinking mediocre wine and singing karaoke, you may end up belting out the anthem "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. Fun Fact: Gaynor hails from Newark, New Jersey.
On July 10, 2010, my only child, Noah, drowned in a swimming pool. He was a few weeks shy of 2 years old. It was the first day we'd started moving boxes into my father's house. My mother had died three months earlier. We were moving into my father's house to save money and keep him company.
Erica Landis started her writing career in Mrs. Kelly's second grade class with a tear-jerking essay about a No. 2 pencil. She loves Tom Jones and chicken potpies, not necessarily in that order. More From Erica
I came late to " Game of Thrones." I know just enough to have enjoyed the excitement of this last season. My daughter Miriam is 6 years old and not usually in bed before 9 p.m. Miriam also knows which shows are just pretend. She knows what actors do and about special effects.
Oh the glamour and excitement of being a grown up! That's what I thought as I watched hours upon hours of television as a little girl. It was the early '70s. I had a small black and white TV in my room that lulled me to sleep nightly.
About two weeks after Noah died, a lady named Annie took this bracelet off her wrist and put it on mine. Her son, Graeme, had died two years prior. He was hit by a car. I love how she spelled his name. I told her so too. She smiled.
Trigger warning: contains description of the death of a child.] My son got brave that day. He got curious. He got independent. All in a split second, our lives were changed. And his ended. Noah was a few weeks shy of 2 years old.
The original meaning of the LOVE bracelet, for me, was that my love for my son would never go away. It just was in a different form now. The physical was gone. But my bracelet was a reminder that the LOVE is always there.
Colorado Springs, Colorado has so much more than to offer than just skiing and endless requests for hot chocolate. This town is known for its Native American roots, a rich mining history, and natural beauty. Plus there are plenty of things to do in Colorado Springs with kids.
Lancaster, Pennsylvania, also known as Amish Country, where faces aren't buried in devices 24/7 and kids don't talk back to their parents. Families travel here to experience the traditions of more than 30,000 Amish residents. Family activities like horse-drawn buggy rides, farm-to-fork meals and Amish village visits.
"This is an age of transformation - it's never too late to follow your heart."
I call her "The Towne Crier" as she blurts out random facts. She will talk to strangers in the supermarket, at Target, at Toys "R" Us, at the park, at the bank, and the post office. If she sees a neighbor leaving their house or going to their car, she will yell to them "Hi!!
So many things seemed true and certain in my younger years. Only through experience do we learn how unpredictable life really is. If you were to tell me in my wild twenties and thirties that I'd eventually always choose staying home over going out, I'd tell you not me!
Superstition ruled my mind. More than I realized. Was it left hand over the right shoulder for spilled salt? Or was it the reverse? Heads up coins go in the right shoe. Tails up coins are given to the first person I see. Dropped silverware always signaled company was coming.
My 4-year-old daughter was playing on the bathroom floor while I took a shower today. I have my period right now and had my supplies all ready and waiting. Tampon, pad, and three Extra Strength Tylenol. When I turned the shower off and opened the frosted glass door, there she was.
When your child dies, your world stops. But everyone else's world keeps going. And that fact pisses you off and hurts you and makes your pain even worse. But you don't want everyone else to suffer like you. Really, you don't.
I wore the wrong sneakers to the park the other day. I wore my black fabric sneakers that my co-worker Kaliff jokingly called my "skater shoes." They have zero support, but I love how they look. They look young. They look simple and fun. They look cool. Uncomplicated. Unencumbered. Unpretentious.
Do you know the way to San Jose? Aside from that question being a catchy Dionne Warwick song, San Jose has so much to offer in activities for kids and families. Filled with cutting-edge technology, multicultural people and food, and incredible examples of California's natural beauty, you will run out of time before you see it all.
My daughter gives me four kisses. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. She says it's because she's four years old. Four quick yet purposeful kisses on my cheek. She holds my head still while she does it and counts in between kisses. One. Two. Three. Four. Four kisses when I leave for work.
I have become my mother in many ways. The good, the bad, and the rarely actually hungry.
How do you start over? How do you recapture what felt like the best dream you could ever have?
I had never been to a Renaissance Faire until I met my husband, Hal. I thought they were silly and a world I didn't belong in. I was more interested in museums and independent movies and reading and introspective walks. I sound totally snotty, right? I thought the costumes were silly and embarrassing, and the...
I've been doing more cooking in my time away from work. As I look down at my hands as they chop and mix and stir and scoop, I think about my mother. Our hands are identical. And I remember th...
If there's one thing that happens to me when I see The Wiggles (yes, the Australian children's music super group), I cry. Noah LOVED the Wiggles. They were one of his favorites when he was still here. He watched them sing their songs on our giant television in our disaster of a living room -filled...