Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
We can all agree that travel is life changing, can’t we? Observing, and even participating in, life in locations away from home can be the impetus to expand one’s understanding of humankind and settings beyond our own. When I’m traveling alone, I often find myself taking mental notes of things I find interesting or enlightening. … Continue reading Recent realizations and impressions
When I was organizing this current trip to Italy, I focused on Puglia. Why? Because it’s a region of Italy that neither N or I had visited before and it was slightly below the radar of most American travelers to Italy. Plus, I had put together a case of mixed wines and I had selected … Continue reading Morning walk in Matera
I have a distinct memory of childhood. I was lying flat on my back in a shallowly filled tub and I noticed that I had a puddle in my chest. It was, to my eyes, deep and I called my mother into the bathroom so she, too, could have a look at it. She assured … Continue reading My boobs have been good to me
During a recent class, my yoga instructor (J) talked a lot, something I don’t mind at all - especially when she starts the class with a statement about phones not belonging in the studio. Rant: I will never be able to understand why anyone (other than someone in a serious medical situation) would even want … Continue reading please be patient with me
On a night when the moon is one day shy of full and there’s less than 24 hours standing between you and a four day holiday weekend, it’s hard to get motivated to do much beyond sitting on the back deck with a cold glass of Italian white staring at the moon. What else is … Continue reading Breaking (some of)the rules
I’m unsure what about an afternoon blue sky makes me think about a particular night in Berlin, an early spring evening when rain fell intermittently. N and I were doing one of the few things I had organized in advance - a 3 hour tour of the city’s sights which related to the years when … Continue reading Bowie, Berlin & Bobby Mac
As a child, my relationship with food was pretty weird stuff. There was a phase when I refused to eat steak other than if I could gnaw on the bone. I was inclined to eat my pancakes with jelly, rather than syrup, and I oddly enough picked soft boiled eggs over fried every time. Vegetables, … Continue reading Liverwurst as love language
