Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
The good health of my childrenand my loved ones.Neighbors who host bonfires for socially distanced get togethersand who are capable of, and willing to, spatchcock your Thanksgiving bird.That my days of being a server working my way through college are long goneand that I don’t own a restaurant.My proximity to the Normanskill Farm for quick … Continue reading Things for which I’m grateful in 2020
What do you think of when you read or hear the words “modern love?” The Bowie song? Maybe a contemporary nightmare? The series on Amazon which recently actually filmed locally? Or, perhaps like me, the NYT column in which I dream to one day be published? Confession: it’s a writing fantasy that only comes in … Continue reading Modern Love
It’s been a full decade since my marital status changed. I remember being scared - about what would happen to the kids, my finances and my emotional and social life. There were so many unknowns and too few people to look to for guidance on this new path I found myself on. None of my … Continue reading Discoveries
If you’re lucky, you learn something new every day. Or, at least every year. As I’ve aged, I’ve come to understand some things about myself, and the world, and try to use this information to create what I hope is a more authentic life. Recent years, and the experiences which they contained, have taught me … Continue reading Life lessons
A friend and I were talking recently about (surprise!) relationships, the ones we cherish, abandon, regret, wish for... There’s really no end to the potential variety in types of relationships and no two, be it parental, platonic or romantic, are exactly the same. While the emotion created may repeatedly be love, it’s never identical to … Continue reading Relationship Rides
Dating has never been my strength. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good date. You can pretty much take me anywhere and I’ll find someone to talk with, an item on the menu to enjoy or a part of a performance or show to appreciate. That part is not an issue. It’s more of an … Continue reading Dating myself, the 50s
It’s been just about exactly twenty-one years since I last painted the upstairs bathroom. I’m not always so clear with years and dates, but this one is easy to remember because I was pregnant with my second son. My water broke as I raced to get the newly renovated third floor of our house prepared … Continue reading Painterly thoughts
