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		<title>song of the day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m a little slow. This just made it on my radar. Even though it was already on my mp3 player. lcd soundsystem &#8211; all my friends]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Birthday to Me.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just finished celebrating the first anniversary of my 40th birthday. I&#8217;m not freaking out about being over 40, I just didn&#8217;t like the way 41 sounded. Whatever. I threw myself a birthday party, which I haven&#8217;t done in years and years. Dinner with husband? Yes. Dinner with friends? Yes. But not a come-over-to-my-house-and-I-will-provide-you-food-and-drink party. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Artyom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don’t know the real story behind what happened in Tennessee and I honestly don’t expect to. I listened to an adoptive mother on the radio today who said that she could understand the emotions that led to the woman putting her son on that plane to Russia and I was conflicted. I have described [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Road to Parenthood. A Love Story.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The truth of the matter is that I never imagined myself the mother of a child with a diagnosis on the autism spectrum, and on my road to parenthood I imagined – and let go of – quite a few alternate futures. The first future that never came to be was the one with the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First harvest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And so without any fanfare or photographic evidence, tonight we ate the first harvest of the year from the garden in our pasta salad. There were some green onions, some cut-and-come-again lettuce and the first of our asparagus harvest. The onions and the lettuce were fresh but otherwise unremarkable. The onions are a perennial, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A night out</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night we went out for dinner at De Peper with some friends. It&#8217;s in a building that used to be the film academy. The building itself was rescued from being torn down and made into a bicycle path by squatters who now own the building and for all intents and purposes have turned it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The universe just sent ME a message!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It really was the universe, but it was delivered by RSS. Read it here. True story. Once I wrote a series of blog posts about how frustrated I was in the job market, and then I freaked out. That wasn&#8217;t who I wanted to be! Sure, it&#8217;s who I was in that particular moment, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Me, A Name I Call Myself</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My frustrated child sat at the table the other day and bowed her head. “I’m so stupid!” My giggling back-up-daughter* sat next to me in the car and exclaimed, “I’m so blonde sometimes.” I gave them both the same advice. “Be careful of the names you call yourself, especially if it’s a name you wouldn’t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Zürich</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These shoes mean an awful lot to me. So what were they doing in the bottom of the armoire, getting moldy? Mom, these are the shoes you bought me for college graduation. I remember I knew what I wanted &#8211; a pair of Birkenstocks. Expensive shoes they were back then, to me, and even though [...]]]></description>
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