Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I’ve been a loyal user of Airbnb for more than a decade, staying in properties in 7 or 8 countries and on both coasts of the U.S. According to the app, I’ve taken 22 trips during the past ten years or so. What isn’t really reflected in the app, however, is how pleased I’ve been … Continue reading Losing sleep overAirbnb.
Last year when I was in San Francisco, I scored a vintage jumpsuit in a Haight Ashbury shop. It immediately ignited an obsession with one piece dressing for me. It’s just so damn easy -bathroom breaks aside, that is. The OG from San Francisco Since the purchase of that sexy af, black eyelet garment, I’ve … Continue reading Jump(suit) for my love
For me, the sweet spot of summer comes when I’m wearing a flannel shirt in the morning and a bathing suit in the afternoon. That’s exactly what yesterday was. When it’s Saturday, your guy has a rare night off, and there’s a weather forecast for sunshine and temperatures in the low 80s, you make a … Continue reading September sun and summer’s last swim
If you’re fortunate, you might someday arrive at a place in life where your first response to an opportunity is no longer “Can I afford it?” Maybe your personal budget finally has a line-item for fun, adventure and improvements, however you choose to define that, and it’s no longer necessary to monitor each expenditure quite … Continue reading What’s it worth to you?
While I was picking through quarts of strawberries last week at the grocery store, a woman asked me if I was making jam. “Jam? No way,” I said. “That’s way too complicated for me.” She pooh-poohed my hesitancy and assured me that making fresh berry jam was a piece of cake (that’s a little foreshadowing … Continue reading Getting myself out of a (strawberry) jam
I’ve been home from my trip for a few days, long enough for the act of tossing toilet paper into the bowl, instead of the bin, to begin feeling normal again. While I’m still mentally on a beach with a spritz within arm’s reach, I’m feeling pretty fortunate to have enjoyed a vacation that went … Continue reading Tips for going Greek
I woke up July 4th on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. My legs were stiff from being folded up together for 6 or 7 hours and my eyes were dry from sleeping with my contact lens in. Despite these discomforts, I was thrilled to not be in the United States to celebrate Independence … Continue reading Tears for the red, white and blue
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