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To the Tredyffrin kids who ride his school bus each day, he’s their polite and punctual bus driver. Notable, perhaps, for his Hungarian accent and nothing more.
Ah, but looks can deceive.
Beneath his spotless polo shirt and chipper demeanor, Andras Szekely is, in fact, struggling to survive. He leads a life of carefully hidden homelessness, made bearable only by his art, his far-off family, and his hope for a better tomorrow.
Until now, Andras has kept his living situation secret.
As many new mothers do, Emily Lucking jumped into post-pregnancy imbibing with gusto. Being able to drink again while out socializing with friends felt fun and celebratory. And, well, normal.
“I was used to being the life of the party,” says Lucking. “I missed being the ‘fun friend.’”
Then one night, the Villanova mom over-indulged just enough to feel out of control.
And the next day, after a not-so-great-feeling morning, she asked herself a painful question: Was being the popular party girl more important than being her best self for her three-month-old daughter?
After the hullabaloo in Havertown, no one knew what to expect when Tredyffrin Public Library hosted its first-ever Drag Queen Storytime.
Protesters?
Counter-protesters?
An overflow crowd?
An angry mob?
After it received pushback emails and calls, the library wasn’t taking any chances that late June morning.
School’s out for summer.
As of this week, it’s out forever … for star Stoga teacher Deb Ciamacca.
For years, the former Marine and beloved U.S. Government teacher has urged her students to get off the sidelines. “Democracy’s not a spectator sport,” she’d tell them.
After speaking out about gun safety here – and on national and international TV – she put her career where her mouth was.
Hatters – some mad, many marvelous – enchanted the throngs at the Devon Horse Show Wednesday.
’Twas a Ladies Day to top all Ladies Days – with a record-smashing 274 contestants, sunny skies and an “Enchanted Garden” theme ripe for the pickin.’
On June 1, Kirstin Rabe Day will return to the show ring at Devon.
It’s been a while.
Twenty years, in fact.
With her erect carriage, her spit-shined boots and gloved fingers, Kirstin will be the picture of equestrian elegance..
But beneath her finery, emotions will be churning.
I’m here.
I’m healthy.
I’ve made it back.
When she last competed at Devon, Kirstin, now 38, was a junior at Radnor High School. She won two ribbons.
Seven months later, she had to give up riding altogether, and with it, her beloved horse.
Lindsey Renninger Schuster might just be the most photographed woman on the Main Line.
She takes multiple “mirror selfies” each day.
She stars in professional shoots up to 150 times a year.
She’s photographed incessantly on vacation.
Always camera-ready, she changes clothes five times a day.
No, Schuster’s not a celebrity, a socialite or even a model, at least not technically.
It’s been two weeks since the brutal murder at the Radnor Wawa and we’re still aghast.
We didn’t know Stephanie MIller personally, but her death seems personal. We’re taking it personally.
She walked among us.
Her 6-year-old son goes to school here.
We’ve bought coffee at that Wawa.
The store on Old Sugartown has reopened, its floors scrubbed. The only hint of the horror that happened here: a makeshift memorial on a window ledge.
Hey, Mirror, Mirror: Who’s the slimmest of them all? Shoppers trying on clothes at the new Devon Anthropologie.
Readers have been telling us for months that Anthro’s dressing-room mirrors make them look a tad taller and a smidge thinner than they actually are.
Thanks for the flattering image, the women told us, but, uh, no thanks.
Four weeks after her 24-year-old son died in her arms, Berwyn nurse Beth Perz stood before of a roomful of strangers – reporters, TV cameras and county officials – and broke down. Chester County had just announced its plan to sue opioid manufacturers. And two of the targeted companies – Endo and Cephalon – made the drugs that destroyed her son.
An eleventh-hour addition to the Jan. 15 news conference, Perz had written nothing; she would wing it.
She wiped her eyes, collected herself and began: “I’m here because I have to fight this fight.”
