Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Last weekend there was a flurry of activity as my home was prepared to become our home. After more than a decade of being the sole household decision maker, things are about to change as my guy and I take the next step in our relationship - cohabitation. While this is an exciting moment for … Continue reading Subtracting to add
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
When I visit Ireland, I go with a wish list of things I hope to do. These days, most of my activities involve seeing family, particularly my late father’s remaining siblings. I’ve learned, however, that getting together isn’t always possible - and to not take it personally or as a rejection. We’ve all got busy … Continue reading Grave.Tender.
As my departure date has grown closer, the time finally arrived for me to complete a number of chores prior to heading to Ireland. Tuesday was the day for me to get a much needed pedicure, wash a final load of laundry, pack my suitcase and squeeze in a yoga class. I like to pace … Continue reading The $145 bargain mani-pedi
It feels like forever since I’ve checked luggage when traveling. I think I initially got away from it because of the added expense, but cost was not the only reason I abandoned the indulgence of checked luggage. I’ve heard far too many nightmares about bags not making it to their destination, particularly during these crazy … Continue reading Carrying on
One of the first things I ever wrote was about my mom and the sweaters she knit. In case you don’t know, my mother has always been remarkably talented when it came to needlework, be it sewing, knitting, crocheting or embroidery. In the piece I wrote, I imagined what her thoughts might have been as … Continue reading Knitted together
The first time I went to Palm Springs, I was 18. I’d never flown before (other than a reputed flight to Arkansas to visit a godmother I have zero contact with, when I was an infant) and the experience was eye opening. The desert amazed me and I, in a most unexpected way, immediately fell … Continue reading Palm Springs, home no more
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