Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Tuesday was the 5th anniversary of Insurrection day. I understand that this occasion was marked by the current regime as a day to unleash a new stream of lies about the occasion, but I know what I witnessed sitting at my desk crying - I had been watching the attempt of Donald Trump’s minions to … Continue reading Death comes in threes
Almost 24 hours later, I think I’m finally able to attempt to share the finest moments of my time in Florence. This was my fourth visit to Florence, if you count the single day I spent there taking in David and having a shitty meal in a place that even we knew, was a tourist … Continue reading Dinner at home in Firenze
The time I spent recently in Montreal was fundamentally sans agenda. Yes, there were a couple of jazz shows for which I had tickets, but we didn’t have as much as a single reservation for dining or specific plans for the majority of the roughly 72 hours we were in Canada. Being wide open leaves … Continue reading Quelle surprise!
Last weekend’s social media and news timeout served me really well - I slept better than I have in weeks, if not months. Removing myself temporarily from platforms gave me time and mental energy to devote to other things and I started the week refreshed and well rested. Since dipping back into the online cesspool, … Continue reading Gatekeeping
I can’t remember why I started referring to the man I had been dating at the time as a type of cheese, (manchego, specifically), but I have no interest in scrolling back 4 years to be reminded. He is a person that I don’t really think of often and I see no point in revisiting … Continue reading The Stinky Cheeseman
Do we ever truly know our impact on others? Have you acknowledged the way social interactions we may have can cause long lasting effects on those we meet as we walk through our lives? Events last week have left me considering these questions. Recently I met colleagues I had initially worked with at my first … Continue reading Ripple
I remember the first time I met Mark. I can’t say that’s always the case when I’m introduced to someone, but I remember those moments very clearly. It was early in ‘93 and I had come upstate from Chelsea, where I was living, with my new boyfriend. He was introducing me to the small western … Continue reading When it’s not “but a scratch.”
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