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	<title>Motherhood is Not for Wimps</title>
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		<title>Percy Stop #8, Zwolle, Netherlands</title>
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Percy showing off two aspects of Zwolle &#8212; The Sassenpoort medieval gate, and bicycles, which are the main means of transportation.


 Meet Karin and Adrian, and their 12 year-old son Ezra, residents of a riverside Dutch town with medieval roots.  
&#8220;We each had three sons before we met,&#8221; writes Karin.  &#8220;We met on the Internet and got [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Live-Blogging Spring Break, Day 5  UPDATE 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[8:00 a.m. Okay, people, home stretch of week one. Let&#8217;s everybody go back to bed and pretend we&#8217;re in the cabin in Little House and if we move&#8230; the WOLVES WILL GET US! Shhhh &#8230; wolves don&#8217;t get quietly sleeping children.
8:03 Yes you can watch Sponge Bob.
8:07 Is there a limit to how much mucus [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Live-Blogging School Break: Day 4</title>
		<description><![CDATA[10 a.m. Eden is down for a nap, bigs are watching crappy TV, I am catching up on work.  Yay!
Noon   I want to take the kids somewhere, but Eden has no more clothes.  Her drawers are totally empty.  I consider that it would be really wrong to spend another day inside.  And, in that vein, doing laundry would keep [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Live-Blogging School Break: Day 3 Still Definitely Not &#8220;Live.&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a blur of cold medication and tears.
Ren barfed in our bed after her Dad stuffed her full of treats at the Celtics game.
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		<title>Live-Blogging School Break: Day 2 (Not really &#8220;Live.&#8221; Mostly Dead.)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fever, headache, crap all over the house, the children watched too much television and our one excursion was to Trader Joe&#8217;s where people asked me how come Mare didn&#8217;t have a coat and Ren was wearing nothing but a leotard?
Dinner was rice and broccoli with a side of hostility and regret.
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		<title>Live-Blogging School Break: Day 1 UPDATE 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[8 a.m. Contented the children with snacks and cartoons, took a cup of coffee and the laptop back to bed. One hour into vacation and it&#8217;s going great.
8:02 a.m. Eden&#8217;s crying.
8:03 a.m. Eden&#8217;s screeching.
8:45 a.m. Fed Eden leftover tortellini for breakfast. I figure she doesn&#8217;t mind because, no one told her the social rules of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dignity</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In those last days, she taught me dignity.
Tiny, hunched over, with piercing blue eyes, my grandmother was nonetheless excruciatingly intimidating.  No one called her by first name &#8212; no one.   And beyond a polite hand shake &#8212; a kiss hello to the cheek if you were her descendant &#8212; you didn&#8217;t touch her.
She would receive [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vinaigrettes &#8212; And Don&#8217;t Call Me &#8220;Shrew.&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Okay, everybody in,&#8221; I turn the key to the front door and it pops open to the welcome scents of Home and the unwelcome sight of stray socks, random backpacks (which must contain bacteria specimens that were once lovingly-prepared food), and shoes, oh LORD the shoes!  And why do none of them fit?  Or match [...]]]></description>
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		<title>March</title>
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		<title>Why I Don&#8217;t Write About My Mother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You’ve asked.  Lots of you have asked.  More lately, and I’m not sure why.  Maybe because it is such an obvious gap in the narrative.  Ducky, Gran,  that Grand Man, the aunts, the brother.  But never my mother.
And the answer is:  because I don’t feel like it.  Maybe some day I will, but not today.
What [...]]]></description>
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