...not the gifts. Although, they're lovely and thoughtful and it can be so fun to unwrap surprise packages. Most of the time, that is. But, when all is said and done, it is truly all about the people with whom we are lucky enough to spend time. For countless years, I feel as if I … Continue reading It’s all about the presence…
Tag: Albany
Breasts and beers
What are you doing October 5th? Nothing? Well, I've got a couple of ideas for you to consider. First - there's the Komen Race for the Cure. This annual event is a fundraiser for breast cancer research and, although I haven't participated, I've always heard the vibe is incredibly positive and empowering. Maybe get some … Continue reading Breasts and beers
Last weekend – in photos
I think I finally caught my breath...
Twenty-five years to life
I don't know how it happened, but this month marked 25 years since I first moved to Albany. I wonder, does the fact that I've lived here more than half of my life make me an Albanian? So many of my life's milestones occurred here, in one of America's most unfriendly cities, that, no matter … Continue reading Twenty-five years to life
What I missed
After being back and settled in the DelSo for a week, I thought I'd share what I missed this summer while away. Some of the items on the list, I may take for granted when I'm home, while others are always appreciated. The list is not in any order, although alphabetical would naturally be my … Continue reading What I missed
Wading in with my new wellies
Let me open with a nod to Saratoga in August: I've got no horse in this race. I state this has an attempt to assure you that I have no investment in the current Capital District food blogging dust-up. But while I don't really care either way about who is "right," I'm not without some … Continue reading Wading in with my new wellies
What’s in a name?
I've been thinking about this question, and this post, for quite some time, not sure how to proceed without sounding as if I'm trying to drum up business in the restaurant where I work. Trust me, after the amount of running up and down the steps to the kitchen that I do during a usual … Continue reading What’s in a name?
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