Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
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
I miss the ritual of getting dressed in what I’ve come to learn is the perfect combination of cool and warm layers for the weather. I miss the smells and views of my route. Fabric softener, especially on Sundays, lilacs in spring, freshly cut grass… Running is an exercise which captivates so many senses for … Continue reading I miss running
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