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When granddaughter, Jada, was born with leukemia, a donor-match was located and Jada made a miraculous recovery. In honor of her grandaughter's health, Jeanna has decided to walk across the country (in the dead of winter) to raise awareness and build support for the bone marrow registry (all that's required is a cheek swab). Follow Jeanna's remarkable journey as she travels the United States by foot.

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A young Jewish autistic is about to be Bar Mitzvah-ed, that is, celebrate his coming of age at 13, Usually, the child reads from the Torah (Bible) in Hebrew and often delivers a sermon. The youngster in question however is non verbal. The dilemma: how to perform a significant ceremony. The solution: the congregation leaves the synagogue, all but nine. Since ten adults are required for a number of important prayers, the young man will be the one to make the tenth, thus acknowloging his becoming a grown up. Then everyone comes back. It seems like a good idea to me.

I just got officially diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome by my new psychologist. I've been seeing her mostly to get some help with getting a job. Today she brought Asperger's up to me. She took the DSM-IV off the shelf and started reading off the traits and asked if it sounded like traits I have. I was saying "yes" to them until eventually I just said I knew what she was talking about. Then she later told me "This is what you have. This is your diagnosis." I was surprised because out of all the therapists I had, no one ever figured it out, but I never brought it up either. I feel like it's probably a good thing now I've been officially diagnosed, even though I've known it all along. It feels like I don't have to wonder about it anymore.

I don't exactly know when I ceased to embark on photography adventures. I used to delight like a small child with her first box of crayons whenever I'd greet the world with a click of the shutter.

Photography has always been easy to love because it was something I didn't have to feel pressured with. I suppose as part of visual artistry, the transition of creating pieces from imagination to wanting to capture the essence of something as viewed in the material world has always been a natural one.

So yeah, was truly & sincerely passionate about capturing moments, colors, and everything that fascinated me in my surroundings - to hell with whatever anyone thought. But then I stopped. Schedules became too tight, I became too busy, suddenly it was imperative to trade in recreational trifles with efficient ready-to-go procedures, and ultimately, I was too burned out with a whole lot of stuff to entertain photography in my daily routine. Eventually when the stress eased out and the quiet pleasures of everyday began to seep in again, I realized I felt robbed of this magic. I have since, for some time now, been struggling to get it back.

Having explained my predicament to my good friend Sandee sandee725, we arranged a little impromptu hang-out shoot around the state university's campus to exercise my rusted out photographer instincts.



( Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma chameleoooon. You come and go, you come and go )

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