Writing, Photography, and the life lessons I learned from Street Academy
I have a theory. Okay, it’s more like a hypothesis, but I’m calling it a theory. When we encounter stress in our lives, we take that stress and use it as fuel to create something tangible. One of my friends, when she gets angry or frustrated, she cleans her house. Place looks museum-spotless every time…
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Last October, I journeyed to the Boreas Ponds, the newly-opened parcel in the Adirondack Mountains. It was an emotional adventure for me, as it involved a five-mile hike to and from the Ponds itself. I promised myself I would return some day and take more pictures at that peaceful, serene location. Then life interfered. A…
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Teri Conroy is a very good friend of mine, we met as bloggers on the old Times Union blog portal. She operates Wunsapana Farm, a “peaceable kingdom” farm with over a dozen llamas and other agrarian creatures, and the fiber sheared from those llamas exists as high-quality fabric sold around the world. She’s always let…
Read MoreYesterday morning was Easter Sunday. It was also part of the week-long celebration of Passover. And where was I? Of all places, I was at Congress Park in Saratoga Springs, watching ducks along the little ponds.
Read MoreI know it’s been a few days, and we’re all going through some changes of late… But in those moments, setting up this new blog portal and getting everything back to what would, for me, be a semi-normal state … I must say this to all of you. To everybody who supported me through this…
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The horrible, brutal moment took place 47 years ago today. February 20, 1970. Even today, it still causes long-suppressed emotions to rise to my heart and to my mind and to my soul. Sadness. Rage. Anger. Regret. Shame. Resolve. On February 20, 1970, my grandfather had my three younger siblings in his car and was…
Read MoreI heard the chants from the Chicago auditorium. “Four More Years! Four More Years!! Four More Years!!!” And part of me was cheering that same mantra from my couch in New York. Because I didn’t want to see Barack Obama leave the Oval Office. I didn’t. Because as far as I was concerned, he wasn’t…
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Trying to stay motivated while you’re waiting for surgery is brutal. But I have to persevere. There’s no other way around it. Get up in the morning. Write a blog post. Then go on with my day. And it’s tough. I know that there’s so many issues ahead that I must counter. But I have…
Read MoreUgh. Rainy Saturday morning. Normally, I take my laundry to a wash-and-fold place in Watervliet, but since their prices recently increased, I found a different wash-and-fold place in Albany at the Hannaford Plaza. One basket of clothes later, I was on my way. Normally I have two ways of leaving the Town and Village of…
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I’m currently trying anything and everything to take my mind off my broken foot. I have to. Because if I can at least focus on other things, then I can get through another day and get one day closer to healing or surgery or repair or whatever. So I’m trying to focus on other projects,…
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