Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
As a kid, I remember winters felt really long. I understand that memories of childhood can be skewed but, as I recall, winters were cold and snowy. Perhaps not as extreme as the winters my mother told me about from her own girlhood in the Black Forest when, she said, they sometimes couldn’t open the … Continue reading Waiting on winter
2023 was the year when… it became possible for me to be generous to the woman who never gave me enough the effects of climate change became absolutely undeniable i worked to find the balance between gentle acceptance and the feeling of giving in direct honesty became unavoidable i started to understand that my physical … Continue reading (20)23 and me
So? Have you seen it?? Did you read the book which inspired the Yorgos Lanthimos film? Am I late to the game of discussing Poor Things? We saw it yesterday afternoon at the Spectrum. And, it was fantastic. Generally, I like a 90 minute movie. Poor Things clocked in at 2:20 and I loved just … Continue reading The richness of Poor Things
Within minutes of arriving at the neighborhood association holiday event, I had heard the terrible news about Matt Peter dying. I was at the party to take photographs of party attendees, something I do as often as I can when asked, and my task immediately became more difficult. How in the world was I going … Continue reading The death of the future mayor
The other afternoon I had an unusual impulse - to skip my planned run that evening. I’m pretty rigid devoted when it comes to my exercise schedule and bailing on what has been my weekly 5 miles is not typical for me. I’ve learned over the years that if I give myself the time to … Continue reading Searching for light in the darkness
There was a time in my life when I worked hard to follow and maintain holiday traditions. Some weirdly potent combination of recalled childhood moments, impressions of how other families celebrated and a desire to create lasting memories for my own sons, caused me to hold tightly to what I believed were irrefutable and defining … Continue reading Thanksgiving (isn’t just a) Day
While I like to think of myself as being an independent thinker, it seems I am a tad susceptible to advertisements on social media. In the past few years, I’ve fallen under the marketing spell of Thirdlove (bras), Allbirds (shoes), Andie (swimsuits) and TruEarth (laundry detergent strips) with mixed results. The products I’ve purchased have … Continue reading Obsessed isn’t too strong of a word
