February 9th will mark the day that twelve years ago Quinn Padraig arrived and completed my family. Of all my babies, my pregnancy with him was the most challenging – there was an amnio, second trimester spotting, and enough ultrasounds to make a flip book of his growth. Gestating that guy was an intense combination of … Continue reading My dirty dozen boy
Category: Boys
Who are you?
Yeah, you. My reader. It's been more than 7 years, 2 domains and a divorce since DelSo was born. Over the years I've shared a lot of my life and self here, in print. You, as a reader, have come to know me on some level from my words. What makes you return here (assuming … Continue reading Who are you?
Face wash (is not a) game
After much experimentation with my constantly changing skin (Is it dry? Sensitive? Aging? All of the above?), I've gathered together a collection of facial cleansers that feel like they're working out ok for me. It's a mix of creams and lotions,* many of which come from Origins, but there's some Philosophy and Bliss thrown in, … Continue reading Face wash (is not a) game
Being a bad mom
Last month, my youngest son and I watched the movie Bad Moms together. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that to you that since I told Quinn to deny seeing the movie if his father anyone asked. There were scenes that I really thought were funny, but I squirmed and covered Quinn’s ears and eyes at more … Continue reading Being a bad mom
Albany – it’s the most wonderful time of the year
As I close in on 30 years as a resident, I still find myself charmed by Albany. Don’t get me wrong, there are things that make me insane (folks who double park when there is an available space, I’m talking to you!), but I continue to fall in love with my adopted city. Yeah, that’s … Continue reading Albany – it’s the most wonderful time of the year
My home is not broken
I attended a meeting recently and was struck to hear a colleague describe a student's home as being "broken." Of course, my reaction is personal and I'm probably just being hypersensitive, but it really bothered me, particularly since it was offered as an explanation for all of a particular child's academic, social and personal issues. … Continue reading My home is not broken
A sweet day
When I finally sat down on the couch last evening, I couldn't help but exclaim "I'm sitting down!" It seemed like a long time coming. It had been a wonderfully, full and satisfying three-day weekend and I felt well-prepared for what promises to be another overflowing with appointments, meetings and commitments week. Monday was an … Continue reading A sweet day
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