Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Beyond the occasional Dottie G from Cardona’s, I’m not much of a sandwich person. Most days, I’d rather avoid the carbs from the bread and just have a salad. But, during the height of tomato season, the siren call of a blt is undeniable. I must have one. This beautiful specimen may be the epitome … Continue reading The best BLT (and my first peach pie!)
The stars perfectly aligned last week and N. and I were able to return to the idyllic Grange in Greene County for an early Solstice dinner in the barn. This was the second time we attended one of Paula and Tony’s well executed events at this pristine barn and, like our previous autumnal visit, it … Continue reading Pony Show pop up
You know I appreciate all the wonderful, amazing things the world has to offer, but today, I’m feeling deep concern over the state of the country where I was born. Collectively, we have lost our way. This straying from the path of kindness and compassion is endemic, although it seems to be prompted by disparate … Continue reading All that you have is your soul
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?
Somehow, ok, maybe it’s because I’m good at it, I’ve become quite the “milestone birthday party planner (MBPP). Through the years I’ve planned three 50th birthday parties (my mother’s dessert & cordials festivities, my ex’s Tuscany/London celebration and my own DeFazio’s & wine shindig) and, in recent years, two 60th birthday fetes, one of which … Continue reading Notes from a retired party planner
Last Sunday, my fella and I road tripped south to Beacon’s Dia modern art museum. To be completely truthful our destination was completely secondary to the fact that we were seeking a good midway point between Albany and Long Island City. You see, one of my 41 paternal first cousins was in town from Ireland … Continue reading Art (of) Mexican
Last night I should have been settling in to my second cocktail of the weekend with the sound of waves in my ears and the scent of salt water filling my nostrils. Instead, I was cozied up on the couch wrapped in a cashmere robe with more holes in it than my aborted weekend plans, … Continue reading When flying south flies out the window
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