Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
The feeling of having a child you actually birthed nestled in your arms, asleep and lightly drooling. If time travel were an option, I’d like to have that sensation again - with each of my boys. My Christmas ornament which had been a gift from my kindergarten teacher. It was glass, originally red, with my name correctly spelled in … Continue reading Missing
The year has barely begun and already I’m exhausted by the sheer amount of bullshit in our society. Perhaps if it had just been a thing or two, I could have overlooked them and focused my attention instead upon next month’s trip to the desert, but when the outrages and irritations continue to accumulate…well, it’s … Continue reading Irate so I write
Prior to my recent (2018 and 2022) trips to Rome and Naples, I’d visited Italy twice. Both of those trips were with my former husband, once just the two of us and once with the boys in tow, along with friends. They were both good trips, particularly the one in 1995, sans kids. Our original … Continue reading I’ll take Italy
This was the first Thanksgiving in many years that I spent with a beloved and their family. We went to Vermont, while my sons scattered - 2 with family in Massachusetts and the other in Montreal, a mere 65 miles away from where my guy and I were staying. Even though I missed being with … Continue reading Leftover thoughts
Wednesday evening I attended the 8th grade Open House at the school where I work. It’s rare that parents venture into the LMC, but I like to be present in case any do find their way or, as is often the case, need help finding their way to classrooms. This year was the first in … Continue reading (Not so) Open House
While some think of this point in the calendar as early spring, I’ve come to know it as birthday season since all three of my sons’ birthdays fall between early February and late April. At the moment, it’s a two down, one to go situation, with my middle son’s birthday on the last day of … Continue reading Happiness is the best beauty product and other lessons learned
My youngest son is pressing hard for a septum piercing. Although I personally am not a fan of this particular embellishment, I’m coming to terms with his desire to have his 17 y/o body adorned in such a fashion. It’s his body and choice to make. I’ll have to respect that decision. The days of … Continue reading (Self) Cultivation
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