Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
There’s been a lot of press about the new Pamela Anderson film, one in which she displays a genuine talent for performance rather than just her physical attributes. Thanks to yesterday’s Lunar New Year holiday from school, I finally had an opportunity to catch the movie at its sole late afternoon showing at my neighborhood … Continue reading The Last Showgirl
After a brief time off of Meta sites, I returned because I felt the need to see, and read, what people were saying about the dumpster fire new administration and the actions taken in its first days through rapid fire Executive Orders. I missed having a platform and the space it provides for airing one’s … Continue reading It’s time to go
Somehow, ok, maybe it’s because I’m good at it, I’ve become quite the “milestone birthday party planner (MBPP). Through the years I’ve planned three 50th birthday parties (my mother’s dessert & cordials festivities, my ex’s Tuscany/London celebration and my own DeFazio’s & wine shindig) and, in recent years, two 60th birthday fetes, one of which … Continue reading Notes from a retired party planner
As the annual week in Wellfleet inches towards its end, the level of connection I’m feeling with my dog is at its maximum. He and I have been doing this together for a long time. Never do I understand him more than here, on the Cape, in late summer. I’ve learned that he follows me … Continue reading My dog days
Just a moment ago, I deleted a comment I had made on a childhood friend’s post with photos showing she at a recent DJT rally. My comment was a single key stroke - the emoji of vomiting. Later, during my shower, I reconsidered my needlessly confrontational comment. What was the point? Was I going to … Continue reading Finding kindness
In the next six weeks, I’ve got a lot moving parts to facilitate. Note that I did not use the word “manage.” This was a very intentional language choice. While I will internalize and stress about all of the balls up in the air, I refuse to pretend I have the ability to exert any … Continue reading Out of bandwidth
As a child, my relationship with food was pretty weird stuff. There was a phase when I refused to eat steak other than if I could gnaw on the bone. I was inclined to eat my pancakes with jelly, rather than syrup, and I oddly enough picked soft boiled eggs over fried every time. Vegetables, … Continue reading Liverwurst as love language
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