Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I’ve become more gentle with myself. Instead of 5 yoga classes a week, I’m content with 4. I step on my digital scale exclusively on Friday mornings. A two day weekend is my new norm - I’m not doing a regular side hustle. I want to dance more. Observing my sons brings me more joy … Continue reading Since I became 58…
I have a distinct memory of childhood. I was lying flat on my back in a shallowly filled tub and I noticed that I had a puddle in my chest. It was, to my eyes, deep and I called my mother into the bathroom so she, too, could have a look at it. She assured … Continue reading My boobs have been good to me
Last year I received a gift of a small orchid from a friend. She brought it along to our foursome dinner at my favorite neighborhood restaurant and gave it to me, with a hug, as a greeting. Less than two days later, she was shockingly gone from this earth. A cardiac event took her instantly, … Continue reading Mother’s Day, 2024
As a child, my relationship with food was pretty weird stuff. There was a phase when I refused to eat steak other than if I could gnaw on the bone. I was inclined to eat my pancakes with jelly, rather than syrup, and I oddly enough picked soft boiled eggs over fried every time. Vegetables, … Continue reading Liverwurst as love language
My youngest son recently began his last year as a teenager causing me to deeply exhale. I’ve been parenting teenagers for about 14 years now and frankly, I’m exhausted. There have been a lot of challenges and poor decisions made along the way, on both sides, and while I'm not one to wish time away, … Continue reading Hey, 19
A few weeks ago, as I anticipated the first snowfall of the season, Jeter and I headed out for what turned out to be a long walk. Before we headed out the door, I added layers and searched for a Spotify playlist, while Jeter paced impatiently. As I looked at the options on my Home … Continue reading Walking with Babs
One of the first things I ever wrote was about my mom and the sweaters she knit. In case you don’t know, my mother has always been remarkably talented when it came to needlework, be it sewing, knitting, crocheting or embroidery. In the piece I wrote, I imagined what her thoughts might have been as … Continue reading Knitted together
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