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		<title>This is So Not What I Meant To Do</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-12T19:36:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-12T19:36:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Prepare to be disturbed by what you find I am supposed to be writing a witty, erudite, and moving, yes MOVING piece about the amazing dinner I had the other night with the women in my life who have made me who I am although, come to think of it, maybe I should get their OK on that, because sometimes.. that might not be the kind of credit they want.  I'm going to say that I'm waiting for the recipe for the red curry we had in order to write the whole thing up but that's not really the ...</content>
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		<title>Fear no more the heat o'the medusa/Nor the furious winter's rages.</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-09T23:18:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-09T23:18:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">This is the note I left my husband this afternoon:  The poor man.But also, what the hell?  Because when I took the dog for a walk in the woods today, she found this: Then the dog approached a group of three college students and barked at only the black guy and the Asian and not the white guy.  Because other than taking a huge steaming dump in front of the person you've only just begun dating and want to impress, the most embarrassing thing dogs do is bark at people who are visibly different from their owners. ...</content>
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		<title>"Oh I love trash.  Anything dirty or dingy or dusty, anything ragged or rotten or rusty, yes I love trash!"</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-08T19:01:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-08T19:01:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Last night I let my kids stay up late watching the terrifically awful remake of the Shaggy D.A. starring Tim the Toolman Taylor because I wanted them to leave me alone while I watched the beginning of the Oscars.I'm not proud, but there it is.I love me some famous people.  And I love me the big dresses.  And I love it when people behave outrageously.  And I love me a spectacle.  And the Oscars are a spectacle of the famous people acting outrageously in big dresses.  I will confess, though, to a bit of Oscar ...</content>
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		<title>Your Parents Lied When They Told You That You Could Be Anything You Wanted</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-05T19:27:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-05T19:27:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">I can't decide if getting older is fantastic because you don't spend so much time worrying about silly little things that don't matter all that much anyway or if getting older sucks the big one because you can't muster the energy to care about those things that used to matter to you.I am totally OK with the fact that I know I will never be:blondetallan ethnobotanist - because who wouldn't like to say, "Hi.  Nice to meet you.  Yes...yes.  It's true.  I am an ethnobotanist."a reporter on NPR - which is what I really wanted to ...</content>
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		<title>Did She Just Say That?</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-04T23:10:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-04T23:10:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Ever have one of those days where everything seems all freaky?  "Are you really old and you look really young or are you really young and you look kinda old?" student to me"What do you mean you don't  EVER want to go back to the pool?  Think about how many times you went swimming before when you DIDN'T knock out any teeth."   me to daughter  "Oh right.  He's bleeding, too. But on his finger.  I don't know what happened.  There was so much blood before it was kind of hard to ...</content>
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		<title>Fence Sitting:  Painful for You, Bad for the Fence</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-03T15:50:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-03T15:50:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">I wrote this last week, and then later pulled it.  My reasons for pulling it are complicated and confused, in my mind anyway, but I think it's important for me to preface this by saying that the thoughts and opinions I expressed here represent a personal response to what I see around me.  I'm not judging anybody else, and I'm not seeking to impose my view on others.  Part of the difficulty I've been having deciding what to do with this is that my words below didn't do the job I wanted them to. ...</content>
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		<title>"Who Wants To See A Resentful, Sulking Pole Dancer?"  Me, That's Who!</title>
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		<updated>2010-03-02T00:24:00Z</updated>
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		<title>Aristotle and Chocolate Pudding</title>
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		<updated>2010-02-25T23:23:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-02-25T23:23:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">I was a little twerked yesterday.  Mood swingy - not my favorite way to be nor anyone else's favorite way for me to be.  Roller coaster emotions require two things:  wallowing and chocolate.Check and check.Yesterday I got an email about Kelly Corrigan's new book, Liftmg src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/s/noscript?tag=welreahos-20" alt="" /&gt;.  She wrote The ...</content>
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		<title>Nowcasting</title>
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		<category term="Back to Nature" />
		<category term="Facts of Life" />
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		<category term="Wednesday Spaghetti" />
		<updated>2010-02-25T18:10:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-02-25T18:10:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">I'm in a snowglobe.  Like one of those overdressed snowmen eternally rooted into lucite.  Every so often, the swirl of falling snow diminishes to almost nothing - a stray flake here or there - and then, with the flick of a wrist, I'm back in the middle of a frosty maelstrom.That's what ...</content>
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		<title>Best Date Night Ever</title>
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		<updated>2010-02-24T16:22:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-02-24T16:22:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Tuesday is often a challenge chez WRH.  But we're getting the school pick up, other school pick up, dog walk, get changed, ballet, drawing class, soccer practice, dinner routine down.  Yesterday was especially good. For the first Tuesday since the dawn of time or at least early September, I managed to get my daughter's hair into the very rigidly defined "ballet bun" without tears and recrimination.   And it was a good one.After I picked Ballet Bun up from ballet (that's an excellent example of synecdoche, by the way,  for those of you playing the "Who's ...</content>
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