Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Here… the water is salty. the wine is delightful. the pastry is outstanding. it’s a lovely blend of quiet and boisterous. it’s so reminiscent of Greece. our accommodations are made for 2 in a most perfect way. the walkways can be slippery. Shoes with some grip on the sole are my recommendation. the beaches are … Continue reading Pronto Polignano
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
In the next six weeks, I’ve got a lot moving parts to facilitate. Note that I did not use the word “manage.” This was a very intentional language choice. While I will internalize and stress about all of the balls up in the air, I refuse to pretend I have the ability to exert any … Continue reading Out of bandwidth
During a recent class, my yoga instructor (J) talked a lot, something I don’t mind at all - especially when she starts the class with a statement about phones not belonging in the studio. Rant: I will never be able to understand why anyone (other than someone in a serious medical situation) would even want … Continue reading please be patient with me
I’m unsure what about an afternoon blue sky makes me think about a particular night in Berlin, an early spring evening when rain fell intermittently. N and I were doing one of the few things I had organized in advance - a 3 hour tour of the city’s sights which related to the years when … Continue reading Bowie, Berlin & Bobby Mac
I miss the ritual of getting dressed in what I’ve come to learn is the perfect combination of cool and warm layers for the weather. I miss the smells and views of my route. Fabric softener, especially on Sundays, lilacs in spring, freshly cut grass… Running is an exercise which captivates so many senses for … Continue reading I miss running
These last few days in the Black Forest have been filled with both emotion and memories. This is the first time I’ve come to this part of Germany, the area where my family comes from, since being here 7 years ago with my youngest son and my Uncle Wolfgang. Walking the stone streets of Freiburg … Continue reading Finding Wolfgang
