Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
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.”
This week, as I always try to do prior to flying, I had dinner with all three of my sons. This most recent gathering was at a couple of favorite neighborhood spots. N and I started at Nicole’s for wine, taking advantage of their excellent Wine Down Wednesday special with a bottle of tasty Montepulciano … Continue reading Traditional dinner
Earlier this month one of my father’s last remaining siblings died at the fine age of 92. My aunt was one of 5 daughters, along with 9 sons, born to Conan and Mary McMenamin over a span of 23 years. Yes, my grandmother really was pregnant for the better part of a quarter century. Moms … Continue reading The last of 14
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