Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Sitting on my deck last night listening to beautiful Italian music played via an AppleMusic “Euro Cafe” playlist, felt like an escape. It’s the best I’m going to do this summer, I suppose. Feeling the air on my skin, though, and seeing the evening sun light up my plants for the final time for the … Continue reading Decked out
...for nothing left to lose? If that’s the case, what does independence mean? If having nothing left to lose means you’re free, how come those who have the least resources also seem to have the least freedom? As this pandemic has proven, the rich beyond comprehension folks who literally can buy anything they want won … Continue reading Is freedom just another word
I slept later than I had in months, if not years. I think it must have been a combination of the comforting sound of longed for rain and emotional exhaustion that caused me to roll over and see, to my surprise, that it was nearly 9:00. That doesn’t happen often around here. In the past … Continue reading Carry me away
One difference, not including the bun and sensible shoes, between librarians and the rest of the universe is that we can just about always recommend a book to meet your needs. My personal strength with this lies primarily with fiction, while other librarians own a Dewey number or two and can put the right book … Continue reading This Light Between Us
When I heard that Albany’s statue of Philip Schuyler was being removed, my first response was that the action was an extreme, but well intentioned, reaction to the current Black Lives Matter movement. When it comes to dismantling history where do we stop? Are we going to strip every former slave owner’s name from each … Continue reading Gibraltar may crumble…
Ninety some odd days into the pandemic, and about 10 days since the murder of George Floyd, I have completely hit the wall. Overwhelmed is the only way I can describe it. The demonstrations, (including some very destructive ones within a mile or so of my home), the constantly updating feeds from Twitter, Facebook and … Continue reading A 72-hour (media) fast
I have many issues with my mother and her ability to parent, but when it came to the acceptance of people who did not look like me, her parenting skills were exceptional in a truly great way. In elementary school, I was friends with the black girl (eventually there were two) in my class, along … Continue reading My mother didn’t raise racists
