Saturday was a great day to be an active Albanian. The day began with yoga and while the evening’s activity was a no-brainer, the choice of which class to take was a real dilemma. For the sake of trying something new, I went with the pop up yoga class being offered at the art museum … Continue reading The art of being fit in Albany
Trader Joe’s – when it’s your first time, you get flowers
I’m about to tell you something you may find surprising...despite my reputation as a bit of a “foodie,” until just a couple of weeks ago I had never been to Trader Joe’s. Truth. I know, I know, they “have the best prepared foods!” and the “produce is fantastic.” I’d heard it all, yet remained disinterested. … Continue reading Trader Joe’s – when it’s your first time, you get flowers
Not on my bucket list – testifying in a murder trial
If you see something, say something. That’s what they tell you, right? Well, what about if you hear something? Same rule goes, I guess. At least that was my motivation when I originally phoned the police to share some information a number of years ago after a fire in my neighborhood. It just seemed like … Continue reading Not on my bucket list – testifying in a murder trial
Running thoughts
As late fall inches closer to winter and the days get shorter, I’ve fallen in love again with running. Last night’s run was pretty satisfying. My thoughts were as strong as my legs, the temperature was perfectly crisp and the air was scented with wood smoke. It was a pleasure. Sometimes running feels really difficult. … Continue reading Running thoughts
Getting schooled at Cafe Capriccio
I’ve been a devotee of Grand Street’s Café Capriccio for so very long that if I had a sip of Chianti to match each wonderful memory I’m lucky enough to have created there...well, I’d be pretty damn drunk. I’ve experienced just about every type of event imaginable in this incredibly cozy space - romantic date, … Continue reading Getting schooled at Cafe Capriccio
Hands. Off.
Each new allegation of sexual harassment brings with it an increased sense of disbelief - not because I doubt the women who are sharing their experiences in such remarkable numbers, but because I can’t help but be curious how so many men could possibly have believed their actions are acceptable. I wonder “who raised them?,” … Continue reading Hands. Off.
Thankful for…
My children - even on the days when I can’t understand their actions or attitudes. A brother whom I never doubt, even when he just makes stuff up. Friends whom I’ve known for so long that I don’t have to explain to them where I come from because they were there. More recently made friends … Continue reading Thankful for…
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