Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Last weekend’s social media and news timeout served me really well - I slept better than I have in weeks, if not months. Removing myself temporarily from platforms gave me time and mental energy to devote to other things and I started the week refreshed and well rested. Since dipping back into the online cesspool, … Continue reading Gatekeeping
Right-wing activist,* Charlie Kirk was assassinated yesterday in Utah. Beyond recognizing a couple of his statements retrospectively, I was unaware of him while he was alive. I’m not really his demographic and most certainly am not someone who subscribed to his ideology, which included a strong belief in the second amendment, opposition to gay and … Continue reading Turning my fear into anger
I’m tired of living in a country that exhausts me. Yet, still… I can’t sleep. The first couple of weeks of school always kick my ass. Trying to reacclimate to being constantly amongst other people professionally, while attempting to continue all the social activities that I enjoy, takes some time. Especially when sleep does not … Continue reading How can we sleep at night?
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.”
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