Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
On Friday, I had a washing-hands-in-the-bathroom conversation with a colleague about the upcoming spring holiday break. I mentioned being hungry for travel and she asked “aren’t you afraid to fly?”My immediate thought was “no, of course not.” I’ve come to think, though, that my quick response wasn’t completely accurate because I am afraid to fly … Continue reading Fear of flying
Most of my life I've been at the least ever-so-slightly ashamed of my home. It was never - *big enough *clean enough *maintained well enough *decorated stylishly enough *ever truly finished Because owning a house means there’s always a project. Yes, I said ALWAYS and we all know I don’t commit easily or well. In … Continue reading 25 years in the DelSo
I fully expect to some day reflect back upon this time in my life sartorially as my “braided pigtail days.” For whatever reason, lopsided braids with matching elastic hair bands are just where I’m at these days. I’m liking it, especially when I can add lipstick and my favorite knit hat. I’m at an age … Continue reading It’s just a phase
There once was a time when I wished to be an Irish princess, Rose of Tralee to be specific. It was before I had located my father’s family in Ireland and I was reaching for any connection I could make to that magically green country from where the father I never met came. To become … Continue reading Irish royalty
Thursday night I received my second Covid vaccine. That makes me part of less than 15% of the entire U.S. population, a cohort I feel very fortunate in which to belong. Joining that club wasn’t easy - scoring an appointment wasn’t without challenge and the initiation came with some real negative consequences. While I wouldn’t want … Continue reading Funky cold Moderna
There’s a moment from my life that I think about quite a bit even though it was years ago. I was alone in my car, driving south on the thruway towards a destination I don’t recall. What I can remember, however, is how I felt at the time - out of breath. This sensation of … Continue reading Breathing. Lessons.
And, no, I’m not talking about my own ideal of romance. I’m referring to the fantastic kick off to my February break. Friday night could not have been better - my date and I attended Ric Orlando’s Lover’s dinner hosted at Lower Landing, in Coxsackie and enjoyed every moment of our evening. Many years ago … Continue reading Pop up and On Demand
