Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
When I changed into my “chores” jeans, I paused for a moment to consider how many years it had been since I purchased this particular pair of Levi’s. I did the math, thinking back to that long ago trip anniversary to Maine and our visit to the outlets in Freeport. My first and last, so … Continue reading Broken in, not distressed
I’m tired of living in a country that exhausts me. Yet, still… I can’t sleep. The first couple of weeks of school always kick my ass. Trying to reacclimate to being constantly amongst other people professionally, while attempting to continue all the social activities that I enjoy, takes some time. Especially when sleep does not … Continue reading How can we sleep at night?
Sunday morning I awoke very early, even earlier than the time my alarm was set for and that was at an hour that I hadn’t started my day at in months. I pulled some clothes on, brushed my teeth and texted my fellow sunrise appreciative vacationer friend to confirm that she was awake and ready … Continue reading Daybreak
As I reclined on my mat in the dark yoga studio the other night, I realized that in two weeks, school would be back in session. How did that happen? This mid August epiphany is one that I’ve experienced dozens upon dozens of times, usually with the same takeaway - damn, summers certainly go by … Continue reading Two Weeks Notice
Do we ever truly know our impact on others? Have you acknowledged the way social interactions we may have can cause long lasting effects on those we meet as we walk through our lives? Events last week have left me considering these questions. Recently I met colleagues I had initially worked with at my first … Continue reading Ripple
Trigger warning: I’m going to be talking about toes. During Covid, while I worked on my yoga practice via Zoom and did my best to master chaturanga, I posted a video showing my progress. A friend, after watching me roll my toes as I transitioned to upward dog from low plank, commented “Krakatoa!” and I’ve … Continue reading Krakatoa Summer
I remember the first time I met Mark. I can’t say that’s always the case when I’m introduced to someone, but I remember those moments very clearly. It was early in ‘93 and I had come upstate from Chelsea, where I was living, with my new boyfriend. He was introducing me to the small western … Continue reading When it’s not “but a scratch.”
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