Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Even though I didn’t take a “big” trip this year, I do feel as if I’ve still gotten around a bit this summer with last month’s visits to the Cape and Northampton and concerts both north and south of home. It’s felt good, in spite of the paralyzing heat, to be home and spending time … Continue reading Blowing into the Windy City
As promised, I’ll continue. Tuesday was another hot day, but we had two indoor activities planned for critical moments of the day, i.e. when it was at its hottest. N enjoyed a leisurely morning, while I headed to the West Village to pick up a couple of things (pastry & coffee at my usual haunts). … Continue reading New (to me) York
I can’t remember why I started referring to the man I had been dating at the time as a type of cheese, (manchego, specifically), but I have no interest in scrolling back 4 years to be reminded. He is a person that I don’t really think of often and I see no point in revisiting … Continue reading The Stinky Cheeseman
Do we ever truly know our impact on others? Have you acknowledged the way social interactions we may have can cause long lasting effects on those we meet as we walk through our lives? Events last week have left me considering these questions. Recently I met colleagues I had initially worked with at my first … Continue reading Ripple
The drive to Wellfleet is as familiar to me as my oldest (circa 1997) pair of Doc Marten’s. I guess it makes sense. I’ve been making this trip for nearly half of my life. I’m not sure exactly what prompted it but, on this most recent visit to Wellfleet, I was acutely aware of my … Continue reading Cape Cod senses working overtime
The stars perfectly aligned last week and N. and I were able to return to the idyllic Grange in Greene County for an early Solstice dinner in the barn. This was the second time we attended one of Paula and Tony’s well executed events at this pristine barn and, like our previous autumnal visit, it … Continue reading Pony Show pop up
I remember the first time I met Mark. I can’t say that’s always the case when I’m introduced to someone, but I remember those moments very clearly. It was early in ‘93 and I had come upstate from Chelsea, where I was living, with my new boyfriend. He was introducing me to the small western … Continue reading When it’s not “but a scratch.”
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