Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
My decision to deactivate Facebook hasn’t been without conflict - both my own and that of others. I’m really going to miss the sense of being part of my friends’ lives and seeing their photos and accomplishments, as well as the birthday reminder prompts which help me acknowledge their special days. Facebook has also … Continue reading Righteous babe
My relationship with Facebook began many years ago, during the days when it was available only to college students. Graduating seniors from the high school where I worked invited me to join as a means of our staying in touch once they were ensconced on their distant college campuses. I happily signed up. During my … Continue reading Zuckerberg lost $7 billion this week – and me
Early in the afternoon on Saturday, as I walked up Delaware Avenue, a most remarkable thing occurred - I was greeted with a honk, wave and smile all from the same man driving past me. I know that many are offended by this type of uninvited attention, but as a woman who recently acknowledged that she … Continue reading Can you believe this is still happening?!
This week I’ll begin my 27th year teaching. If you factor in my own years as a student, I’ve spent 45+ years of my life greeting September by returning to school. That’s a long time. Despite all those decades of experience, a new school year always comes with a combination of excitement and dread. Each … Continue reading Summer school(ed)
If my weekend had been a newspaper, perhaps even the local one from my childhood hometown, The Greenwood Lake News, I imagine it might look a little like what you’re about to read below. For the record, it was an exceptional edition. Automotive How I learned to stop - or, no more rolling stops. Many, … Continue reading Weekend headlines
After a brief reprieve, somewhere between Inauguration Day 2021 and last week’s commencement of the latest Trump impeachment, it once again feels like DJT is stealing the oxygen from the room, from the country, from the friggin universe. I just want him to go away. But, letting him get away with his actions and words, … Continue reading PTSD aka Post-Trump Sleep Disorder
Listening to Bonnie Raitt, circa 1989. The anticipation of date night at a Ric Orlando pop up event for lovers down by the river in Greene County. The idea to give away weeded books, (two to a bag, with craft supplies to make a valentine), and call them “Blind Date Bookbags, resulting in all 21 … Continue reading Latest loves, 2.21
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