Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
In 1996, I was settling into the home we had recently purchased, preparing to start a new permanent professional position and getting ready to start a family. Having all three of those major life milestones occur within a six month window of time, reflectively, seems crazy but, at the time, I was completely unfazed to … Continue reading Declaring (personal) independence
It stands to reason that someone I first met on an unforgettable day, (9/11/2001), should pass, after a lengthy battle with Parkinson’s, on a date as distinctive as 6/16/26. We met in the library. It was my first week working in a district where I would eventually spend three years as the high school librarian. … Continue reading 6/16/26
Generally speaking, I found Savannah to be an absolutely lovely city populated with friendly people. The amount of ma’am-ing I received tickled me and I thoroughly enjoyed my time wandering around the historic district. I would come back here in an instant, perhaps a bit earlier in the year in time to catch the magnolias … Continue reading Savannah – delights and a disappointment
As I’ve learned to do when I travel, I checked the entertainment listings for the dates I’d be in Savannah to see what I might catch. I didn’t really see much that was appealing, with one significant exception - Brandi Carlile would be performing for two nights of my three night stay. That was a … Continue reading Humans in Savannah – a field report
One of the things I’ve recently noticed about my personal aging process, is that my coloring has changed. My hair, eyes and skin tone have all evolved into new and unexpected shades. I think the most dramatic alteration for me to accept and internalize has been the gradual change in my hair color. I am … Continue reading True colors
Since my divorce nearly 15 years ago, I haven’t wore rings very often. Beyond a tricolored three ring band, and my engagement ring and Tiffany anniversary band, that I occasionally wear because I love them, my hands generally remain unadorned. And I’m perfectly ok with that. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, I feel a … Continue reading Manifesting a ring
I kind of pride myself on having my shit together. From my earliest days, I was trained to be responsible and self sufficient, lessons I internalized and incorporated into my everyday life. Keeping my space tidy, paying my bills on time and being aware of the location of important items are ingrained in me. Which … Continue reading Losing it
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