Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Within minutes of arriving at the neighborhood association holiday event, I had heard the terrible news about Matt Peter dying. I was at the party to take photographs of party attendees, something I do as often as I can when asked, and my task immediately became more difficult. How in the world was I going … Continue reading The death of the future mayor
My mood was good when I woke up Tuesday morning. I had slept well and felt rested, had an outfit planned out and solved my early morning puzzles, a daily exercise to wake up my brain. Bonus: the hair that was wet when I went to bed, looked perfectly fine. A couple of hours later, … Continue reading Speaking of days, it was one
With growing older comes the understanding that life truly is about moments, not years. As I see 57 on the very near horizon, I wanted to take this opportunity to visually revisit some of my favorite moments of the past 12 months, my year of being 56. It was a challenge to gather 56 pictures. … Continue reading 56 Moments
To begin, there is nothing little about this book. It comes in at 720 pages and the story,characters and horrors are each enormous. When the tome was placed in my hands by acolleague at the end of the school year last June, I was warned that it is "not an easy book to read."Well, that … Continue reading When a book leaves you breathless – A Little Life
Nearly four weeks after I arrived, I was sitting on a plane on the jetway waiting for a delayed takeoff. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind the delay because it gives me longer in Italy. You would think after a month I’d be more than ready to go home, but with each city or town I … Continue reading Studying Italian
Sunday's Pride Parade and celebration was absolutely epic. The forecast was for cloudy skies but Mother Nature wasn't having it and instead beamed sunshine down on an event that somehow manages to both make me smile so hard my cheeks hurt and cry. Sometimes simultaneously. I attend this event not because I identify as anything … Continue reading So very proud
More years ago than I can believe, I worked with a really sweet young man, S, at a restaurant on Lark Street. When we met he was at his best, something I didn’t know until later when I saw him at what was arguably his worst. He was clear eyed, good looking and hardworking, a … Continue reading Crying to Cope
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