thug: A thug is typically referred to a male or female who commits crimes for personal gain through stealing, selling drugs, but especially violent crimes such as robbery and assault. I avoided this salacious story for as long as I could. I didn’t click through the headlines to learn more or watch the series which, … Continue reading Alex Murdaugh is a thug
Author: delsoblogger
Palm Springs, home no more
The first time I went to Palm Springs, I was 18. I’d never flown before (other than a reputed flight to Arkansas to visit a godmother I have zero contact with, when I was an infant) and the experience was eye opening. The desert amazed me and I, in a most unexpected way, immediately fell … Continue reading Palm Springs, home no more
Flying circus
Does anyone remember when flying was fun? While I may have missed the heyday I saw depicted in Mad Men, even I can recall when arriving at the airport to fly to a new location, maybe even in a different time zone, felt exciting. These days, though, the emotions prompted by the tasks of getting … Continue reading Flying circus
Sometimes you get what you kneed
I don’t think it would be possible to accurately state which injury came first since mine has been a gradual eroding, while my son’s was a more dramatic one off. The outcome, though, is the same - we’re both having knee surgery next month. Do you think OrthoNY offers a two-fer special? It was a … Continue reading Sometimes you get what you kneed
Missing
The feeling of having a child you actually birthed nestled in your arms, asleep and lightly drooling. If time travel were an option, I’d like to have that sensation again - with each of my boys. My Christmas ornament which had been a gift from my kindergarten teacher. It was glass, originally red, with my name correctly spelled in … Continue reading Missing
A cry in the dark
It happened again. For the second time in a few short months, I found myself crying in a yoga studio. Unlike that other time, though, I didn’t see the tears coming and I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was that caused me to cry. If I were forced to point the finger of blame, I’d … Continue reading A cry in the dark
Irate so I write
The year has barely begun and already I’m exhausted by the sheer amount of bullshit in our society. Perhaps if it had just been a thing or two, I could have overlooked them and focused my attention instead upon next month’s trip to the desert, but when the outrages and irritations continue to accumulate…well, it’s … Continue reading Irate so I write






