Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
As I’ve told numerous people recently, “Yes, I’ve been to Seattle before, but the last time I visited I was pregnant with this one,” tipping my head towards the remarkably tall 16 y/o man child next to me. So, yes, it’s been awhile. We awoke, disappointingly, to solidly grey skies as if we couldn’t shake … Continue reading Seattle, Day 1
Simply stated, I was raised to be independent. From the alarm clock I received for my 6th birthday, a gift which communicated that I was to get myself up and to school without my mother’s help, to the lack of parental involvement when I crashed and burned academically in high school, I knew I was … Continue reading Questioning Independence
After perceiving myself as nonproductive for “wasting” my first day of #SummerVacation2021, I resolved to accomplish more something today. So, I sat down and finished reading the latest issue of InStyle. Done. I followed that hard labor by addressing the remaining Sunday papers, as the Roomba skirted it’s way around the house picking up tumbleweeds … Continue reading In a sentimental mood
After a lifetime spent trying to avoid being banal, i.e. an undereducated restaurant worker after dropping out of high school, cyclical “victim” of poverty, stereotypical librarian, I’m afraid I’ve found myself perpetuating the cliché of “when you stop looking for it, it finds you.” Let me explain. I’ve had a couple of relationships that left … Continue reading Who’s the new guy?
Kitchen 1:Twenty years ago my kitchen was first renovated. It was a big job and involved sacrificing a bedroom and pantry to create a bright, open room that flowed from kitchen to dining room to deck. In addition to increased natural light, the remodel expanded my counter work area and storage space inspiring many dinner … Continue reading A tale of three kitchens
If I had to say one thing about falling in love it would be this: it’s never the same twice.I mean, how could it be? As we grow older and collect experiences we become different people, don’t we? The person who fell head over heels for someone as a teenager, most certainly is not the … Continue reading (The cheesiness of) Falling in Love – Deuxième partie
(Image: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Flickr_-_cyclonebill_-_Manchego.jpg) Memorial Day weekend my OG, as in Old Greenwood Lake, girlfriends came up for a visit. We snacked on an array of tidbits, including a luscious pate and a selection of cheeses. I don’t usually eat a lot of cheese, beyond some crumbled bleu or feta on my salad, but I fell hard for … Continue reading The cheesiness of falling in love
