The miseducation of Megyn Kelly

Last spring I ran a half marathon in NYC, kind of a bucket list item if I were to have such a thing. I originally registered for the race because a childhood friend brought it to my attention and it sounded fun. Anything to go to NYC, you know? It wasn’t the cheapest half I’ve … Continue reading The miseducation of Megyn Kelly

Thank you, President Trump for…

*showing the world how to unleash the racist, misogynistic, homophobic and anti semitic members of society. *being such a dramatic contrast to the previous administration and its ability to lead with grace, intelligence and respect. *speaking so bluntly and conveying your thoughts without an iota of decorum or presidential dignity. *convincing your base that immigrants … Continue reading Thank you, President Trump for…

When Friday is Tryday

It seems like there have been a lot of Good Fridays recently. A visit home, my birthday, the annual union picnic, a couple of galas... I’ve lost count of how many there have been but, it’s safe to say, it’s been quite a few Fridays since I’ve been home, wrapped in my favorite bathrobe, by … Continue reading When Friday is Tryday

Things I’m still learning

How to achieve a comfortable balance between what I share and what remains private. The importance of stretching and using that dusty foam roller. How to get to yoga once a week. When to allow my kids the opportunity to fail. How to trust - both myself and the people I allow into my life. … Continue reading Things I’m still learning

Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun

Honesty is free, yet more valuable than pretty much anything else. With each birthday, I feel more compelled to celebrate. My dog is smarter than I gave him credit for being. Last week during an “intestinal bout,” shall we say, he opened the screen door to the back deck rather than literally lose his sh*t … Continue reading Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun

Albany XXX

What’s up with that title, right? Is it porn? Extra large? Nope...Roman numerals - thirty, as in thirty years since I first moved to Albany. In August of 1988 I was 21. I moved here knowing not a single person, other than Mary Panza who I was lucky enough to meet when her roommate tried … Continue reading Albany XXX