Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Sunday morning I awoke very early, even earlier than the time my alarm was set for and that was at an hour that I hadn’t started my day at in months. I pulled some clothes on, brushed my teeth and texted my fellow sunrise appreciative vacationer friend to confirm that she was awake and ready … Continue reading Daybreak
On Independence Day I drove home from Cape Cod after a few days of beach time with friends. I got on the road reasonably early in an attempt to avoid the holiday traffic and was mostly successful with my efforts. Beyond a brief backup following an accident, I encountered no issues on the trip back … Continue reading 7/4/25
Last Wednesday, N. and I went to Troy to catch some live music and enjoy the sunshine while it lasted. It has been a very rainy spring, hasn’t it? Ryan’s Wake hosted a great evening out and we would happily truck over to Troy again for some midweek fun. At one point, as I stood … Continue reading Collar(ed) city
I remember the first time I met Mark. I can’t say that’s always the case when I’m introduced to someone, but I remember those moments very clearly. It was early in ‘93 and I had come upstate from Chelsea, where I was living, with my new boyfriend. He was introducing me to the small western … Continue reading When it’s not “but a scratch.”
Holidays inspired by wars and military service don’t always sit well with me. Why don’t we honor the people who risked their lives for this country 365 days a year? If they survived their service and returned home to lives of their choosing, shouldn’t they be taken care of as well as elected representatives are, … Continue reading Things to remember on Memorial Day
I’m making an effort to take breaks from the dumpster fire that is the United States, be it a quick trip “home” to Ireland to spend time with family, reading voraciously or chilling on the couch with trashy television and freshly baked cookies with a side of milk. Expressing my outrage and disgust with the … Continue reading No pocket for my sunshine
The most simplistic answer would be that momentous event occurred on September 21st, 1966 in early morning when I made my debut at the (now defunct) Manhattan Infirmary.* Because, although neither of my parents were American citizens, and only one of them is even listed on my birth certificate, by birthright I was declared American, … Continue reading When did America become “the country where I was born?”
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