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	<title>Comments on: Tuesday is my writing day</title>
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	<description>wisdom and tripe from a lifetime runner</description>
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		<title>By: Brad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 23:05:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice....In so many words your article says to me:  Being a parent is like running.  It is often painful, but the end result is the best!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice&#8230;.In so many words your article says to me:  Being a parent is like running.  It is often painful, but the end result is the best!</p>
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		<title>By: Joan/Thel</title>
		<link>http://www.runningland.com/2006/05/02/my-writing-day/#comment-1948</link>
		<dc:creator>Joan/Thel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 22:23:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for the link to that article, Sage.
If I saw a "+" sign on a pregnancy test at this point in my life, "uttering a shriek," I would flee back home to the Vales of Har.

signed, Thel</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the link to that article, Sage.<br />
If I saw a &#8220;+&#8221; sign on a pregnancy test at this point in my life, &#8220;uttering a shriek,&#8221; I would flee back home to the Vales of Har.</p>
<p>signed, Thel</p>
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		<title>By: Sage</title>
		<link>http://www.runningland.com/2006/05/02/my-writing-day/#comment-1940</link>
		<dc:creator>Sage</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 18:25:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'll bite. This reminded me of an &lt;a href="http://www.skirtmag.com/stories/040106/featu_20060401114.shtml" rel="nofollow"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; my mother-in-law pointed out to me in a Charlotte women's magazine, in which the author remembers resenting her mother's framed motto, "Raising children is like being pecked to death by chickens"—until she became a mother herself.

As with many annoyances, it's a lesson in nonattachment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll bite. This reminded me of an <a href="http://www.skirtmag.com/stories/040106/featu_20060401114.shtml" rel="nofollow">article</a> my mother-in-law pointed out to me in a Charlotte women&#8217;s magazine, in which the author remembers resenting her mother&#8217;s framed motto, &#8220;Raising children is like being pecked to death by chickens&#8221;—until she became a mother herself.</p>
<p>As with many annoyances, it&#8217;s a lesson in nonattachment.</p>
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		<title>By: George Muenz</title>
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		<dc:creator>George Muenz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 17:27:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Joan, I am not a parent, but I am very close to a friend and her 3 kids, (4 months, 2 and 3) Being a mother is certainly the hardest thing one could ever do, but I wager it is also the most pleasent and fullfilling thing you could ever do.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Joan, I am not a parent, but I am very close to a friend and her 3 kids, (4 months, 2 and 3) Being a mother is certainly the hardest thing one could ever do, but I wager it is also the most pleasent and fullfilling thing you could ever do.</p>
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