When was the last time you leaped hurdles? Climbed a knotted rope? Swung on monkey bars? If you're anything like me and your response is "middle school," last Saturday's Urban Raid in downtown Albany would have given you an opportunity to revisit those glory days. Minus the one-piece polyester P.E. uniform, of course. This event … Continue reading Albany Urban (redhead) Raid 2013
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Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike. There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
It’s all about the presence…
...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…
Last weekend – in photos
I think I finally caught my breath...
Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service. Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so. There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
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
A bridge, a baby and some boys
There's almost nothing like the ocean to punctuate time, especially when you're temporarily living on an island which is inaccessible during high tide. The necessity of planning is as explicit and unavoidable as the tide chart adhered to the fridge with a magnet. When the tide is out there's the shallowest of tidal pools under … Continue reading A bridge, a baby and some boys
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