Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I’m not sure if it’s a function of aging or a perhaps related loss of patience, but I find myself much more willing to confront situations head on than I may have been in the past. When I observe behavior which is detrimental to a community, completely self centered or simply uncivilized, I’ve had it. … Continue reading Not having it
Life can be such an unpredictable adventure. Taking time to process experiences, and to consider lessons provided and one’s current position, is grounding in a way that I find comforting. As I greet a new year of life, it feels only natural to reflect upon both where I’ve been, and where I hope to go. … Continue reading 5(or)6 things
Monday evening, between a yoga class and a grocery store run, I stopped in to the lovely cocktail bar where my love works to say hello. There were a few folks at the bar, including a woman (J) I had met for the first time last spring when my guy and I had stopped at … Continue reading Evidence of (my)Labor(s) Day
It’s been a week. First, there was the 100 mile (each way) road trip on Sunday to watch my son’s soccer team play in the finals which ended in an urgent care visit and 3 staples in his scalp after he took a cleat to the head. Looks pretty innocent, right? The next night, Rocco … Continue reading Full moon, full life, full heart
…eggplant? Not quite what you might have expected, right? Well, neither is my neighborhood. This morning while I was walking Jeter, a woman around the corner was tending her front yard vegetable garden. We exchanged “good mornings,” and she complimented Jeter on what a good dog he was. She asked how old he was and … Continue reading The early bird catches the…
My last full day in Nafplio was a difficult one. The well being of the tiny kitten I felt compelled to care for weighed heavily on me. There were tears and I felt mentally and emotionally occupied much of the day. My appetite disappeared and the indulgent last meal I had imagined with anticipation lost … Continue reading Mantra for a kitten. And me.
It was late August, 2002. My then-husband and I were heading to Maine for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. For some long ago forgotten reason, we drove down Lark St and happened to notice Andrew Plummer sitting outside of what I had always known as The State Street Pub. We pulled over to stop … Continue reading Paul, pastry and peace
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