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I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest...

I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country

I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection...

I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life...

I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife...

I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me...

I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living...

I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed.



What you can expect to find here:
  • the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area
  • reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!)
  • complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined
  • pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing
  • my love of irony
  • links to kooky news stories
  • way too much scatological musing for sane people


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    Thursday, January 26, 2006
    Supermarket

     The other day I went food shoping at my local supermarket. As I was leaving the store, a school bus of developmentally disabled teenagers pulled up to the entrance. As they entered the store, a boy, about 15 years old, with Down Syndrome, came up to me and said, "Hi!"
     
    Of course I enthusiastically said "Hiya!" back but then the tears started. I barely made it out of the store; I was afraid that the teens would think I was crying because they made me sad when it was quite to the contrary. I was so proud of them - shopping for snacks at the store! - and touched. As you may know, Jack Elliott had DS, as well. When I was pregnant with him I was excited about all of the things that he might be able to DO - not what he couldn't.

    Posted at 08:52 pm by brandy101

    Lou
    January 31, 2006   02:41 AM PST
     
    aw. thanks for sharing.
    chrysalis
    January 30, 2006   09:16 AM PST
     
    Yes, those are good tears. Jack Elliott would be touched.
    AbbyNormal
    January 27, 2006   05:38 PM PST
     
    Sweet. The universe at work?
    Lyly
    January 27, 2006   01:11 AM PST
     
    ah....Yes. :) *hugs*
     

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