Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
There was a time in my life when I worked hard to follow and maintain holiday traditions. Some weirdly potent combination of recalled childhood moments, impressions of how other families celebrated and a desire to create lasting memories for my own sons, caused me to hold tightly to what I believed were irrefutable and defining … Continue reading Thanksgiving (isn’t just a) Day
It’s ok if you’re just now, on the second day of October, cracking the cover on the last book from your summer reading list. It remains an accomplishment. Running just 2 consecutive miles under the nearly full Harvest Moon felt really hard, but I pushed through. It was a reminder that recovery from injury or … Continue reading Achievements, a truth bomb and discoveries
If you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know that I love to celebrate my birthday. To me, my birthday is cause for celebration beyond any other date on the calendar.* I hope you, too, feel the same urge to celebrate the day you were born. As you know, we’re only here … Continue reading Birthday dreams
With growing older comes the understanding that life truly is about moments, not years. As I see 57 on the very near horizon, I wanted to take this opportunity to visually revisit some of my favorite moments of the past 12 months, my year of being 56. It was a challenge to gather 56 pictures. … Continue reading 56 Moments
It’s hard for me to believe that little more than a week ago, I was in Wellfleet, in the house I’ve rented for the majority of the last 6 or 7 years. This dreamy, cottage-y house, just across a dirt path road from Herring Pond, is Jeter’s favorite summer place on earth. When it wasn’t … Continue reading The boy of summer
one of the events of the season - the annual skinny dip. me, herring pond, hopefully the sun. at the least, a full moon. not a euphemism. daylight hours now gone, my swim swimsuit still on. i gathered my nerve daring myself to jump. my fear of the water, and what it might contain, snapping … Continue reading I was afraid…
Nearly four weeks after I arrived, I was sitting on a plane on the jetway waiting for a delayed takeoff. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind the delay because it gives me longer in Italy. You would think after a month I’d be more than ready to go home, but with each city or town I … Continue reading Studying Italian
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