Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Returning home from a two week vacation with your 16 y/o son on the same day your 22 y/o son temporarily moves back home for a couple of months, is not something I recommend. Especially when your older son’s style of packing doesn’t involve boxes or any real sense of organization. While my trip was … Continue reading Unpacking
Since we’ve met and things seem to be moving in a positive direction, I thought you might appreciate some care & feeding tips, so to speak, when it comes to being involved with me. At our ages, we probably should be as direct with one another as possible. Time is too valuable to waste. We’ve … Continue reading Notes for my new lover
This trip has been absolutely wonderful. That doesn’t mean there weren't occasional instances of irritation or stress or unhappiness. All of those were present at various times during our two weeks away, but the number of joyful moments far outweigh the less blissed out instances. My heart is a feeling a bit broken in all … Continue reading What I’m bringing home…
It has been a wild and incredible couple of weeks. My son and I have seen things we both always, yet never, imagined. I guess, maybe, life is like that - there are things you anticipate and others you can never expect. It seems all one can do is roll with it with as much … Continue reading Final west coast night
“You’re glowing” they said. I’ve heard that a lot recently and I’ve even recognized it myself. My eyes look tired, yet excited. My smile feels easy and I’ve sincerely tried to master keeping my head (on) straight and directly face the camera lens. I just look kinda shiny, in a good way. My radiance, for … Continue reading Shiny, happy people
Image: https://crfirst.org Interrupting my west coast road trip for some deep thinking and looking for a little input, friends. At a time in my life when I can almost taste what might come next, I’m thinking about thinking. Specifically, how do I process the things I am exposed to - experiences, culture, different philosophies, opinions, … Continue reading Rolling in the deep
The cab driver who tried to charge me $26 for the briefest taxi ride I’ve ever taken. I balked and the price went down to $16.The price of groceries in the neighborhood where we stayed which is apparently a food desert. Butter was $6 a pound, individual cups of Chobani yogurt $1.79, and eggs for … Continue reading Things in Seattle (ish) that made me gasp
