I've been doing this DelSo thing for close to 5 years and have been called a couple of things. I think interesting is my favorite. Over at Tablehopping I, along with my neighbors, I suppose, recently earned the title "pretentious." Here - read it for yourself. What do you think? Was dubbing my little neighborhood … Continue reading The pretension of DelSo
Tag: musings
The speed of sound
One of the things I most miss about being on vacation are the sounds - the remarkable buzz of the hummingbirds, the rhythmic pounding of the waves, the echo of my running feet on the sandy road. Each of those noises reminded me that I no longer was home in the DelSo and I grew … Continue reading The speed of sound
Tree hugging
I was bold this evening. For a few minutes, at least. I went for a run, a short one, and sported only a skort and a modest running bra. This is not my usual attire, especially not during daylight hours, and I vacillated in a somewhat schizophrenic fashion between thinking I was fit and believing … Continue reading Tree hugging
Pacing myself
It seems that so much of life involves schedules and commitments. When we're at work, during our designated work hours, we frequently have to respond to the demands of others, doing what "they" want, when "they" want it. In my chosen profession(s) I have to be responsive to other people's needs and, when it's work … Continue reading Pacing myself
Weighing in
Earlier this year I made the decision to cancel my YMCA membership. Financially and physically it just wasn't making sense for me anymore and I've reallocated my membership $$ to the Hot Yoga Spot. I haven't regretted my choice at all. Well, almost not at all. I was only taking one class a week at … Continue reading Weighing in
The mean streets of Albany
Occasionally when I write, I pause to consider how a particular post is going to play. Will it garner comments? What sort of response will it get? How many retweets or shares will it prompt? I really don't know how the incident I'm about to share will be received, but I'm just going to put it out … Continue reading The mean streets of Albany
Good morning, heartache
My middle son is going through a phase which I am calling his “asshole phase.” Please, hear me out on this. He is a smart, social, funny and athletic kid and I love him dearly, but he is having a very difficult time understanding that “with great power comes great responsibility.” As a parent who … Continue reading Good morning, heartache
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