Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
This week, as I always try to do prior to flying, I had dinner with all three of my sons. This most recent gathering was at a couple of favorite neighborhood spots. N and I started at Nicole’s for wine, taking advantage of their excellent Wine Down Wednesday special with a bottle of tasty Montepulciano … Continue reading Traditional dinner
Sanity Safety Solitude Security Self realization… But, that’s not what we’re here right now to talk about. Instead of all those things listed above that sometimes keep me awake at night, let me tell about my Friday night at the Spectrum. My OG Albany friend (from South Troy) invited me to attend a Q&A event … Continue reading Desperately seeking s…
Earlier this month one of my father’s last remaining siblings died at the fine age of 92. My aunt was one of 5 daughters, along with 9 sons, born to Conan and Mary McMenamin over a span of 23 years. Yes, my grandmother really was pregnant for the better part of a quarter century. Moms … Continue reading The last of 14
After nearly 15 years of being the mother of a teenager, that chapter of my life quietly drew to a close earlier this month. Well, it was quiet for me. Since my son celebrated with friends in Oneonta, I can’t attest to the level of volume he actually experienced, but I imagine it was a … Continue reading Teen mom no more
There’s been a lot of press about the new Pamela Anderson film, one in which she displays a genuine talent for performance rather than just her physical attributes. Thanks to yesterday’s Lunar New Year holiday from school, I finally had an opportunity to catch the movie at its sole late afternoon showing at my neighborhood … Continue reading The Last Showgirl
After being a resident of Albany for more than 35 years, and a homeowner for almost 30, I feel entitled to sharing my opinion about some of the policies and practices of our fair city on the Hudson. It seems that many people on social media thrive on trashing this city. That is not my … Continue reading O, Albany, y?
Maybe it’s my age or, perhaps, that English degree, but the state of language these days is bringing me down. By no means do I claim to be perfect when it comes to speaking (or writing), but I do try to select my words with care and meaning. For the child of an immigrant who … Continue reading Say what?
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