Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Man, this weather, huh? Summer has never been my favorite season, other than for the time off work, and this year has not swayed me in the slightest. Temperatures in the 90°s, coupled with ridiculous humidity, leave me feeling lazy and unproductive - two adjectives with which I don’t like being associated. It turns out … Continue reading Summer morning walks
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
Sunday's Pride Parade and celebration was absolutely epic. The forecast was for cloudy skies but Mother Nature wasn't having it and instead beamed sunshine down on an event that somehow manages to both make me smile so hard my cheeks hurt and cry. Sometimes simultaneously. I attend this event not because I identify as anything … Continue reading So very proud
Last Sunday, my fella and I road tripped south to Beacon’s Dia modern art museum. To be completely truthful our destination was completely secondary to the fact that we were seeking a good midway point between Albany and Long Island City. You see, one of my 41 paternal first cousins was in town from Ireland … Continue reading Art (of) Mexican
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.
As my departure date has grown closer, the time finally arrived for me to complete a number of chores prior to heading to Ireland. Tuesday was the day for me to get a much needed pedicure, wash a final load of laundry, pack my suitcase and squeeze in a yoga class. I like to pace … Continue reading The $145 bargain mani-pedi
The first time I went to Palm Springs, I was 18. I’d never flown before (other than a reputed flight to Arkansas to visit a godmother I have zero contact with, when I was an infant) and the experience was eye opening. The desert amazed me and I, in a most unexpected way, immediately fell … Continue reading Palm Springs, home no more
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