Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
In many ways my current trip is a means of revisiting the past. Not because I want to return to those days. No, that isn’t it all. Instead it’s a way for me to actually do justice to places I once only had a chance to briefly visit. As was the case for many things … Continue reading Ghosts of Lerici
Or, as I like to call it: synch oh pee. There’s really no delicate way to say this, so forgive my bluntness - last week I peed my pants. There’s some context, as you might imagine, but the precise reason why it occurred remains a mystery. One that, hopefully, next week’s appointment with a new … Continue reading Syncope
As I patted even more Hope in a Jar onto my face, I eyed my wrinkles. The day had turned out to be surprisingly sunny and I was glad I had made the effort to use facial sunscreen that morning. Too bad I hadn’t started that ritual a long time ago… Aging is a weird … Continue reading A wrinkle in time
More years ago than I can believe, I worked with a really sweet young man, S, at a restaurant on Lark Street. When we met he was at his best, something I didn’t know until later when I saw him at what was arguably his worst. He was clear eyed, good looking and hardworking, a … Continue reading Crying to Cope
We had done our best to successfully navigate from home to the train station to the hotel and, finally, the venue where we had been requested to arrive 90 minutes before showtime in order to secure our phones and other electronics. Something which was just not happening. Miraculously, we managed to get The Beacon Theater … Continue reading It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a rock star – Bono at the Beacon.
When I visit Ireland, I go with a wish list of things I hope to do. These days, most of my activities involve seeing family, particularly my late father’s remaining siblings. I’ve learned, however, that getting together isn’t always possible - and to not take it personally or as a rejection. We’ve all got busy … Continue reading Grave.Tender.
One of the first things I ever wrote was about my mom and the sweaters she knit. In case you don’t know, my mother has always been remarkably talented when it came to needlework, be it sewing, knitting, crocheting or embroidery. In the piece I wrote, I imagined what her thoughts might have been as … Continue reading Knitted together
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