Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
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
To begin, there is nothing little about this book. It comes in at 720 pages and the story,characters and horrors are each enormous. When the tome was placed in my hands by acolleague at the end of the school year last June, I was warned that it is "not an easy book to read."Well, that … Continue reading When a book leaves you breathless – A Little Life
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
Monday afternoon my solo trip comes to an end. While I’m completely excited by the thought of being reunited with my love, I’m equally thrilled to know that I can travel solo and independently with complete contentment for close to two weeks. Can you? The time I have spent alone in Italy has been unforgettable. … Continue reading Viaggio in solitaria
The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
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