Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
In recent weeks, I've been focusing hard on a summer trip to Greece I've got booked. There are a lot of moving parts with that vacation and I've been occupied with finalizing dates for various locations, booking accommodations and doing my best to maximize opportunities to spend time with special friends and family who will … Continue reading California gold, no rush
How do you interpret someone’s lack of response to your overture? I’m not talking about romance here, people. No, I’m referring to occasions when you send a text or leave a voicemail for a friend and fail to receive a response within what you perceive to be a normal amount of time. What do … Continue reading What did I do wrong?
If you’d asked me a few years ago what I was seeking in a romantic relationship I’m confident that the words “to be courted” would have been part of that conversation. Actually, I’m absolutely certain we could go back and do a “DelSo blog” and “courted” Google search and find posts I’ve written over the … Continue reading Court and spark, please
There was a sudden loss recently in my oldest and dearest friend’s life, the death of a significant person in her life, as well as in the lives of countless others. The man lost had lived a life with many chapters and there was no doubt how special he was. One quick look around the … Continue reading Greeting the ghosts
I hosted a friend recently for an overnight stay. Her long anticipated trip abroad had been cancelled and I invited her to spend a night in Albany, in place of her former itinerary of Amsterdam, Dublin and Edinburg. There were aspects I could add to our planned shared time which might provide experiences reminiscent of … Continue reading Legendary mac and cheese
As I was adding yet another layer of emollient rich moisturizer to my parched face, I paused for moment to really look at myself. I saw hazel eyes that at the moment seemed to reflect the gold and auburn shades of my hair. They sparkled with excitement and joy and paired well with my bare … Continue reading The face in the mirror
I’ve become a woman who goes to Italy for a quick week in February. I’m not really sure quite how that happened, but I’m very much enjoying, and appreciating, the fact that somehow this is my life. As my departure date grows closer, I find myself increasingly giddy at the thought of being in Italy … Continue reading Rome, if I want to
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