Thoughts on Labor Day from a retired teacher

For most of my life, Labor Day has separated summer freedom and 10 months of being at school. As the days began to dawn later, often with more crispness, and end earlier, the inevitable approach of the schedule to which I must abide grew louder and louder until it was impossible to ignore. School was … Continue reading Thoughts on Labor Day from a retired teacher

Leaving the nest

I often complain that I hate owning a house because of the unpredictable responsibilities that come with a 115 year-old property. I imagine the freedom I’d feel without the constant worrying about the correct prioritizing of maintenance and improvements and try to decide where else I might live… But, for now (and the last 30+ … Continue reading Leaving the nest

The genes of my current favorite jeans

May’s trip to Maine gave me a new and sincere appreciation for Maine, a state I had previously considered to be too far, for too little. Additionally, I received a more tangible item from our quickish stop in the outlets in Freeport: a new pair of Levi’s. This new edition of a classic cut, the … Continue reading The genes of my current favorite jeans

Descended from a king, traveling with a prince

One of the highlights of last month’s visit to Ireland was a Sunday afternoon gathering of family in Dublin. If you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know the story of my making contact with my father’s family for the first time in 1989 when I was 22 years old. If you … Continue reading Descended from a king, traveling with a prince

“If you have the words,…

…there's always a chance that you'll find the way." — Seamus Heaney Before I went to Ireland for the first time in 1990, the wife of the chef I had worked with prior to my move to Albany strongly recommended that I read the novel, Trinity, by Leon Uris. It was a must. I remember nothing about … Continue reading “If you have the words,…

A sublime Sunday.

It started with one of my favorite yoga classes at The Hot Yoga Spot - core focused flow. This never-quite-the-same -twice practice turns me into a sweaty mess, but the returns are real. My abdomen is definitely reaping the rewards of 60 minutes spent on my mat breathing through crunches, high and low boat poses … Continue reading A sublime Sunday.