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	<description>When you are a mother, you  have a lot to write about</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:21:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Zombie Attack!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:19:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Chapman</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Comic books]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Over my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning, my seven-year-old son Ethan informed me that he is starting his own business. Normally he asks me for waffles, so I was curious.
Ethan plans to call it The Comic Company, and they will create custom comic books for kids at school. On the handwritten order form [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Swimming Back to Myself</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/03/swimming-back-to-myself/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 23:51:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jessica O'Dwyer</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Atlantic Ocean]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[giving up practice]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Guatemala]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[self definition]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[swimming]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Whenever my husband, Tim, and I reminisce about activities we used to do B.C. (before children), one of the first to come up is swimming. I don&#8217;t mean splashing around in the shallow end playing &#8220;motorboat, motorboat,&#8221; or sitting on the pool deck and clapping during our kids&#8217; swimming lessons (as much as I relish [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Longer Leading Ladies</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/03/no-longer-leading-ladies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 17:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Beth Touchette</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[adult]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[American dream]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Leading ladies]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[nostalgia]]></category>

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My friend Ellen and I went to see An Education in Berkeley a couple of weeks ago. It felt odd being back on Shattuck Avenue after being students together at the university twenty-five years ago.  
An Education is about a high school girl in 1960s England who has an affair with an older man. They [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Symbol&#8217;s Deeper Meaning</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/a-symbols-deeper-meaning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gloria Saltzman</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Jews]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Swastika]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We are on a road trip and we have stopped at a gas station to fill up the car, use the restrooms and get some drinks.
Harry handles the gas and refreshments. Emma and I go into the soiled restroom that is better than nothing at all. It reeks of urine and the floor is sticky. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Son is a Genius!</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/my-son-is-a-genius/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:30:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Li Miao Lovett</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[child-genius]]></category>

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		<category><![CDATA[Yes man]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It’s every parent’s wet dream – if mothers had such nocturnal moments – to know that your child is smarter than the average pooh bear. When Alex was two months old, he spoke his first word, “Okay.” That morning I had placed him on the bed, back when he was an agreeable pillbug who hadn’t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Let’s All Whine Together!</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/let%e2%80%99s-all-whine-together/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/let%e2%80%99s-all-whine-together/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dawn Yun</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[argue]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[tantrum]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My daughter loves to whine. When she does so she accompanies it with jerky body movements that some might think could be a new dance.
One shoulder slumps down, the other back, while her arms flail in front of her. This is accompanied by a chorus of, “I don’t want to. No. I don’t want to. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Who&#8217;s my favorite?</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/whos-my-favorite/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 14:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cathy Burke</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[What exactly is the right answer when one of your children asks: “Who do you love most?” Is there ever a right answer? I love to tell each of my children that of course they are by far my favorite one. That may be the only chance I have that one of them will take [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Time Warp</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/time-warp/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/time-warp/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:30:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia Rovero</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[children]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[empty nest]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[patience]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In reading all the heartfelt and funny-in-a-stressed-out-way blogs of Mamas raising young children and teenagers, I find myself reminiscing of times gone by when I, too, shared many of the same everyday experiences.
Thinking of how I stretched my patience to the max trying to appease my young children’s wishes for entertaining their many friends, taking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Valentine&#8217;s Surprise!</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/valentines-surprise/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/valentines-surprise/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 14:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Claire Hennessy</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Surprise]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Valentine's Day]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My first Valentine’s Day with my husband (or boyfriend, as he was at the time) was a rather strange affair. For starters, we were on the other side of the world from each other – he was in California and I was in the UK. With the time difference, it made it quite awkward as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stalking The Future!</title>
		<link>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/stalking-the-future/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writingmamas.com/2010/02/stalking-the-future/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gloria Saltzman</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Old car]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was our first Valentine’s Day. Harry and I had known each other for less than a year. We were young, poor and madly in love. Those were the days when fun was free and easy. Without any little mouths to feed, tuitions or mortgages to pay, the fact that we were broke never cramped [...]]]></description>
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