Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
As I’ve told numerous people recently, “Yes, I’ve been to Seattle before, but the last time I visited I was pregnant with this one,” tipping my head towards the remarkably tall 16 y/o man child next to me. So, yes, it’s been awhile. We awoke, disappointingly, to solidly grey skies as if we couldn’t shake … Continue reading Seattle, Day 1
If you know me at all, you’re fully aware that I’m more a word person than a numbers one, a fact which only makes the following statement seemingly even more out of character... ...the clear common denominator in all of my relationships is me. Easier math than 1 + 1 = 2, right? Evidently, I’m … Continue reading Maybe it’s me
We can all agree, I believe, that 2020 has been an absolute (fill in your favorite colorful and descriptive phrase here) shit show. I had no expectation, quite honestly, for Christmas to be any different than the preceding 345 days. Because of the pandemic, I wasn’t going to the desert for Christmas, and would instead … Continue reading A(nother) Christmas miracle
The B was for Brunello, reputed to be his favorite wine. He was an odd, particular and sometimes annoying man, but, when I heard of his death this week, it hit me hard. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to appreciate Jim and his unique weirdness. I’m going to miss him.It isn’t that … Continue reading We called him Jimmy B
At least that was my thought the other night as I prepared dinner at my airbandb. My youngest son was in town hanging out with a friend he’s known his entire life, probably doing things I don’t really want details about, and the dog and I were keeping an eye on each other in this … Continue reading Vacation is just a (NY) state of mind
I hope that title doesn’t sound too dramatic. That wasn’t my intent. I was just trying to describe something which can present itself in many ways, in only a few words. I’ve seen and sent Father’s Day messages this morning and I celebrate all dads today, and most every day. I see them as equal … Continue reading Father’s Day for the Fatherless
Generally, I’m not much of a cryer. I’m not boasting when I say that. Trust me when I say there are moments when I wish for little more than a sob session to release the emotions that at times well up inside me and practically beg to get out. Honestly, tears would be welcome. But, … Continue reading Weepy in the light of the full moon
