I’m finally sobering up after a night that was intoxicatingly special. Friday night I was one of 6 storytellers at a public event held at the Linda Auditorium. The occasion was a celebration of the 8th anniversary of our local take on the Moth Story Hour, The Front Parlor Series, which occurs monthly in two … Continue reading Telling the story of A Fire, a Phonebook Page and Finding My Father
Category: Ireland
23 and me – yes, me!
As a Christmas gift to myself, I bought a 23 and Me kit. I grew up not knowing any biological family members and I was curious to see how much of the limited family lore might be confirmed - or disproven. For years I had considered my heritage to be pretty cut and dry (50% … Continue reading 23 and me – yes, me!
Rise
I’ll never claim to be devoutly religious, but there are things about Catholicism that ring true for me. Over the years I’ve learned to absorb the lessons of my religion in which I find meaning and reject the tenets which I find to be contrary and, while I don’t imagine myself to be a poster … Continue reading Rise
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?
Catching up with Moms@Work
Some recent topics from my blog over at the Times Union: A perfect summer day (and night) Camp Mommy Time - sign me up, please! Going to Ireland to find sunshine Over thinking A peace accord of sorts Traveling with my middle child Preparing children to travel sans mom What's HOT and what's NOT Taking … Continue reading Catching up with Moms@Work
The Rose of Tralee – sort of
About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did - one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest … Continue reading The Rose of Tralee – sort of
Home
Or maybe I should just say "I'm back" seeing as how many meanings that word home can have. It's an odd thing sometimes being first generation American, especially with a mother who wants nothing to do with her family and a father you never met. I met my first relative when I was 22, an … Continue reading Home
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