I don't know how it happened, but this month marked 25 years since I first moved to Albany. I wonder, does the fact that I've lived here more than half of my life make me an Albanian? So many of my life's milestones occurred here, in one of America's most unfriendly cities, that, no matter … Continue reading Twenty-five years to life
Category: aging
A bridge, a baby and some boys
There's almost nothing like the ocean to punctuate time, especially when you're temporarily living on an island which is inaccessible during high tide. The necessity of planning is as explicit and unavoidable as the tide chart adhered to the fridge with a magnet. When the tide is out there's the shallowest of tidal pools under … Continue reading A bridge, a baby and some boys
The Warrior Dash as a life metaphor – updated*
Yesterday, I mastered my third consecutive Warrior Dash down in Windham. How was it, you ask? Well...it was really hard - maybe the hardest one yet, for me. A beautiful foggy early morning had turned into a sunny and bright late morning and the temperature had somehow crept up into the 80s. When I jumped … Continue reading The Warrior Dash as a life metaphor – updated*
The long and short of it
Vacations can be weird. We spend months planning and saving for them only to find them over in what can feel like the blink of an eye. Poof - done. We get home with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, a bunch of photos to upload and a yen for our own pillow. That being … Continue reading The long and short of it
Declaring independence
For many, Independence Day has come and gone in an orgy of fireworks, sunscreen and barbecue. My holiday was decidedly different this year and it has me thinking hard about independence and what it means in my own life and the lives of my friends. I suspect I'll be pondering this long after the fuse … Continue reading Declaring independence
Don’t do me like that
Sunday evening I trucked it up to Saratoga to see Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Believe me, the drive did not compare to the time a group of us traveled via bus and maybe (?) train from groovy Greenwood Lake to the Nassau Coliseum to see the very same band. Yep, I'm an old school … Continue reading Don’t do me like that
Observations from 46 2/3
During my run the other night, it occurred to me that I was 2/3 of the way through my 46th year. The realization prompted a few thoughts... I find myself with increasing frequency wondering if an article of clothing is "too young" or "too short." This is not a bid for compliments, just the reality … Continue reading Observations from 46 2/3
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