When one is committed to carry on luggage exclusively, packing becomes an art. Especially when a person is striving to live up to the title bestowed upon them in 1980 - “best dressed girl” in the 8th grade Greenwood Lake Middle School class. As I started preparing my back of the envelope packing list, I … Continue reading Ireland packing list loading…
When you wake to a snowy April morning
If you’re anything like me, you’ve had just about enough of this lingering winter. The few days of sunshine and relative warmth, sometimes even occurring concurrently, have been a mean tease, rather than a reliable harbinger of true spring. I’m over it. I want to wear sandals and dresses and tops that bare my shoulders. … Continue reading When you wake to a snowy April morning
“If you have the words,…
…there's always a chance that you'll find the way." — Seamus Heaney Before I went to Ireland for the first time in 1990, the wife of the chef I had worked with prior to my move to Albany strongly recommended that I read the novel, Trinity, by Leon Uris. It was a must. I remember nothing about … Continue reading “If you have the words,…
Philly for 48+ hours
My second March mini getaway was a train trip to Philadelphia with my OG Albany (via South Troy) friend, Mary. It was her first visit to the city of Brotherly Love and my third and we got lucky with good weather, easy train connections and a hotel located right next to the Reading Terminal Market. … Continue reading Philly for 48+ hours
Hate reading
Since I retired my reading habits have changed a bit. No longer do I read professional journals for book reviews to keep up with the latest titles, nor do I curate a collection of young adult titles which I have my pick of to read. Instead, I now go to the library for print books. … Continue reading Hate reading
A sublime Sunday.
It started with one of my favorite yoga classes at The Hot Yoga Spot - core focused flow. This never-quite-the-same -twice practice turns me into a sweaty mess, but the returns are real. My abdomen is definitely reaping the rewards of 60 minutes spent on my mat breathing through crunches, high and low boat poses … Continue reading A sublime Sunday.
Thursday was gas
The day began with Jeter’s annual veterinarian exam. I’ve been worried about this old guy. He’s showing his age (12+!) on both sides of his skin with internal fatty tumors and external bumps on his skin that I can only describe as wart-ish. Additionally, he’s taken to making the occasional gagging noise, as if he’s … Continue reading Thursday was gas






