Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
After nearly 15 years of being the mother of a teenager, that chapter of my life quietly drew to a close earlier this month. Well, it was quiet for me. Since my son celebrated with friends in Oneonta, I can’t attest to the level of volume he actually experienced, but I imagine it was a … Continue reading Teen mom no more
Is there a book or something? Maybe a website or Facebook group that I can consult? Actually, both of those platforms are problematic with the government having removing literally thousands of webpages and Zuckerberg taking his turn to lick Trump’s boots… Yeah, maybe a book is the best choice - as long as it isn’t … Continue reading Seeking: Instructions for how to live under a totalitarian regime
Listen to Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. Honor Michelle Obama’s refusal to attend the inauguration* by reading her memoir Becoming. Screen a David Lynch marathon. Spend some quality time with your tweezers in a mirror with good lighting. Write a check to an organization you believe in - Planned Parenthood, the Damien … Continue reading 20 Things to do (instead of acknowledging the ceremony in D.C.) on 1/20
After being a resident of Albany for more than 35 years, and a homeowner for almost 30, I feel entitled to sharing my opinion about some of the policies and practices of our fair city on the Hudson. It seems that many people on social media thrive on trashing this city. That is not my … Continue reading O, Albany, y?
In 1976, the year Jimmy Carter was elected President, I was in fifth grade. I recall my elementary school holding a mock election, something I don’t believe schools do anymore due to the extreme political divide which has been stoked since then. Particularly in the past decade. As you might imagine, I enthusiastically voted for … Continue reading We never deserved Jimmy Carter
Maybe it’s my age or, perhaps, that English degree, but the state of language these days is bringing me down. By no means do I claim to be perfect when it comes to speaking (or writing), but I do try to select my words with care and meaning. For the child of an immigrant who … Continue reading Say what?
Hope vs. expectations, this pertains especially to the time and relationship I share with my mother who most certainly is exhibiting signs of dementia at age 86. She’s an old woman and I hope that my presence in her life brings her some happiness. In return, I expect nothing. Time as currency. It’s the most … Continue reading 24 Realizations
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