When the weather is tropical and everywhere you look you see green, life starts to feel like an epic poem written by Mother Nature. There’s so much happening around us with things growing and water puddling and smells that define a season - flowers, bar-b-q and chlorine. I know how fortunate I am to have … Continue reading Poems, prayers and promises
Category: Albany
Lush life
There’s something about dense humidity that takes over my body. All I want to do is meander at my very own pace. I can almost understand the concept of a summer romance when the weather is like this - who wants to commit their attention beyond the current heat spell? Who can? At the halfway+ … Continue reading Lush life
Down by the river
When I was traveling recently I was really impressed with the integration between city and river that I experienced in Salzburg and Prague. In both places the river was the center of the city rather than a divider and it felt very natural to make your way to the shore for walks, dining, shopping and … Continue reading Down by the river
Breaking up with R.H. Macy
I’ve been a Macy’s girl since I moved to Albany and finally had one just a bus ride away. As a kid growing up outside of NYC, Macy’s was the mythical place of parades, magical cosmetics and fragrance counters, and brand name merchandise that I aspired to one day be able to afford. It was … Continue reading Breaking up with R.H. Macy
I told a story
For months I’ve been seeing posts on Facebook promoting the Front Parlor Series - public storytelling in the Capital Region. The group hosts an event every third Monday of the month at The Olde English and describes them as being “like The Moth radio hour…” Hmmm, doesn’t that sound interesting? Needless to say, I’ve been … Continue reading I told a story
Soccer balls
My youngest son had his last AYSO game this weekend. As we were getting ready to go to the field Jeter was desperately maneuvering to join us, winding all 85 lbs of himself between my legs, and under my feet, until I relented and agreed to take him. I knew he couldn’t hang out on … Continue reading Soccer balls
Lost and Found: Sunday yoga
The first outdoor yoga class I took left me unimpressed with the experience. I recall it being a little annoying - there were all kinds of bugs, my mat wasn’t even on the bumpy and lumpy ground and grass got all over everything. Instead of the setting enhancing the experience, for me, it was a … Continue reading Lost and Found: Sunday yoga
