Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
There are people in this world who might happily declare that they’ve done “everything” and that there’s nothing new to experience. I am not one of those people. As evidence, I present to you 22 things I did for the very first time in 2022. Kissed Nick F. Worked in Kinderhook Spent a week on … Continue reading ‘22 Firsts
This was the first Thanksgiving in many years that I spent with a beloved and their family. We went to Vermont, while my sons scattered - 2 with family in Massachusetts and the other in Montreal, a mere 65 miles away from where my guy and I were staying. Even though I missed being with … Continue reading Leftover thoughts
A Facebook message asking for your phone number is probably rarely a good thing. When it comes from the third child of one of your two Jewish moms, you just know the news is going to be particularly bad - and, indeed, it was. She (S) was gone. My immediate reaction was physical, … Continue reading Motherless
Life can be such an unpredictable adventure. Taking time to process experiences, and to consider lessons provided and one’s current position, is grounding in a way that I find comforting. As I greet a new year of life, it feels only natural to reflect upon both where I’ve been, and where I hope to go. … Continue reading 5(or)6 things
Monday evening, between a yoga class and a grocery store run, I stopped in to the lovely cocktail bar where my love works to say hello. There were a few folks at the bar, including a woman (J) I had met for the first time last spring when my guy and I had stopped at … Continue reading Evidence of (my)Labor(s) Day
The trip I’m currently in the midst of was planned numerous times during the past 3 years. The original plan for 2020 was for two weeks in Spain with my youngest son, followed by two weeks in Greece on my own. As you might imagine, there was no trip in 2020. I optimistically planned the … Continue reading Traveling solo. Again.
It was late August, 2002. My then-husband and I were heading to Maine for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. For some long ago forgotten reason, we drove down Lark St and happened to notice Andrew Plummer sitting outside of what I had always known as The State Street Pub. We pulled over to stop … Continue reading Paul, pastry and peace
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