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		<title>Boys Will Be Boys</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nana camp is an invitation only event.  My mother-in-law takes all of her grandchildren for a week of crafts, activities and general grandparent indulgence.  This year while Max and Lucy traveled to Nana camp Harper and I took our first plane ride up to Michigan to visit my parents.  My parents have yet to see [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Plans: Part II</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi.
Yeah, so life has been a bit&#8230;crazy? No, that seems cliche.  Overwhelming? Surprising? Unplanned? Yes, I suppose all of those things.  I&#8217;m a person in transition and well, a person who likes plans definitely doesn&#8217;t like transitions. I couldn&#8217;t be more uncomfortable right now if I was wearing a coat made out of human skin.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=937</link>
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		<title>The Best Laid Plans Are Crap</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I turned 40 two weeks ago. It seems like I should be marking this occasion with some sort of wisdom or rite of passage. What would that be? The truth is not only do I not feel wiser I actually feel more stupid. 
When you are in your twenties your life is filled with possibility and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=946</link>
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		<title>See, I Do Care</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was a recent college grad when I took a job with the Muscular Dystrophy Association.  I was young, idealistic and wanted a job that would be emotionally fulfilling.  I naively thought that working for a non-profit organization would provide me with the sensation of doing something for the greater good. It did not.  Within [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=942</link>
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		<title>Why Teachers Who Teach Writing Should Write</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1.) Writing Is Hard
Writing has always been my favorite form of expression.  Some people paint, draw, sculpt, sew, do crafts, take pictures but I write.  I&#8217;m honest about my skills, which means I&#8217;m a hair above average.  However, writing every day or even three times a week is challenging.  At times it is down right [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=917</link>
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		<title>Summer Reading? No, Summer Lovin&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As part of my strategy to regain some peace in my life I have made a conscious decision to spend less time online (shocking, I know) and more time reading (even more scandalous).  Realizing that I&#8217;m also teaching over the summer I&#8217;ve kept my summer reading goals modest this year.  I haven&#8217;t purchased stacks and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Choices</title>
		<description><![CDATA[David quit his job.
Just like that.
No new job lined up.  No security blanket of independent financing.
He quit.
He quit because after a year of 50+ hours a week and an hour long commute and a job that was stressful and never ending in its demands it was time.
Nothing can force you to clarify your values and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=924</link>
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		<title>Feed The Soul</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Food is like a cooling balm on an agitated soul. Nothing brings me back to center, back to peace like cooking.  There is something rhythmic and elegant about gliding through one’s kitchen adding this and chopping that.  My number one go to comfort food during times of stress is spaghetti.  For many this may be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=918</link>
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		<title>The Clouds Start To Part</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You wake up one morning and it feels like somebody has rearranged your bedroom while you slept.  Something is different but you aren&#8217;t quite sure what has been moved.  You feel different. A good different.  Suddenly getting out of bed seems possible. That pile of dishes in the sink? Not really that big of a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=912</link>
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		<title>PostPartum</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It would be so much easier if I woke up and my body was covered in a rash.  Perhaps I could have a small cough or drippy nose. I would then know. It would be obvious that something was wrong with me, but that isn&#8217;t how it happens.  At first you attribute the mood swings [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.blogobeth.com/?p=907</link>
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