Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
A couple of late summers ago, Jeter and I were on our usual walk around the Normanskill Farm. We had wandered down the yellow brick road and the trail near the creek, made our way up the gravel road and looped around to where the path divided the bountiful community garden from the kill. The … Continue reading Red dahlias of hope
We’re living in a country where the Republican vice presidential candidate believes that school shootings are a fact of life in contemporary American society. The answer, of course, is more guns because schools (and concert venues and churches and grocery stores and movie theaters and shopping malls and…) are “soft targets” which need to be … Continue reading How does one plan a national walkout?
There’s no escaping the reach of American politics these days and flying thousands of miles away is not sufficient distance to feel removed. It’s a crazy time and, during our time in Italy, one of the first questions we’ve gotten, delivered in the most hesitant and polite manner, is wtf is going on in America? … Continue reading Fussing and fighting
Within minutes of arriving at the neighborhood association holiday event, I had heard the terrible news about Matt Peter dying. I was at the party to take photographs of party attendees, something I do as often as I can when asked, and my task immediately became more difficult. How in the world was I going … Continue reading The death of the future mayor
I ended a Twitter debate which had begun with hostility, because of our divergent and entrenched perspectives on access to guns, with a sincere peace out. It was pointless to continue our dialogue because neither of us were budging.Nor were we living in the same world.Our original lobbying of talking points was focused on keeping … Continue reading The safety dance
Even before I watched the excellent “Dopesick,” I had issues with big pharma. Growing up, I was fortunate to be healthy, not a kid who needed much medicine beyond Pepto Bismol and drops for chronic ear infections. The latter, my mother would place on the stove top above the pilot light to heat them up. … Continue reading My drug problem
Many in the Northeast agree that the foliage this autumn has been spectacular. The vivid colors, frequently set off by a background bright blue sky, have been dazzling. I’ve reveled in nature’s garishness, spending as much time as possible outdoors, but underneath my joy there’s been a consistent competing emotion - a sense of foreboding. … Continue reading (When life feels like) A Dystopian novel
