Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
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
Although I may have the felt the absence of my uncle each day I was in Germany, I was at no loss for companionship. My steady travel companion of recent years, N, was beside me for all of the trip, early morning walks notwithstanding. In addition to his company, the timing of our trip proved … Continue reading Easter Weekend in the Black Forest with a Roman, a couple of Spaniards and a mess of Germans
These last few days in the Black Forest have been filled with both emotion and memories. This is the first time I’ve come to this part of Germany, the area where my family comes from, since being here 7 years ago with my youngest son and my Uncle Wolfgang. Walking the stone streets of Freiburg … Continue reading Finding Wolfgang
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