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	<description>Parenthood, disability, ethics, and the crooked way of grace</description>
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		<title>Disability as the Last Acceptable Prejudice: A Farewell Blog Post (For Now)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 16:33:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the face of entrenched prejudice and misunderstanding about disabilities and the people who live with them, we have to start somewhere. I’ve chosen to start by telling my story, with its contradictions, over and over and over.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Three Worst Stories That &#8220;Me Before You&#8221; Tells About Disability</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2016 19:40:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Me Before You tells three particularly damaging stories about life with a disability.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>In Hamilton vs. Orlando, I Choose Hamilton</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2016 19:54:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We can choose to harness history's power—the power of the stories we tell—to claim hope and love as things that last, as the things that matter. We can choose to tell the better stories. And if we are fighting to make space for the better stories amid the bad news, if we are too sad or too angry to tell the stories ourselves, we listen to those who tell them for us.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Prince, Chronic Pain, Opioids &#038; Why Dependence is Not a Pathology</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2016 20:39:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On April 21, when my alarm clock radio blasted “Raspberry Beret” at 5:30 a.m., I let it play for a minute before turning the radio off. The familiar tune was an unexpectedly pleasant start to my day. Several hours later, I learned that Prince, the musical genius behind that song and so many others, was [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>God in My Gut</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2016 17:54:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If God isn’t going to speak to me with a voice or in a dream or the clear movement of the Spirit, my gut is all I’ve got.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Consider the Birds: What happens to a writer (this writer) when words fail</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2016 13:30:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The birds are trying to tell me something. If only I could figure out what. I have a thing for birds, live ones and otherwise. I drink my coffee every morning out of a chickadee mug—my favorite from the set of four bird mugs my husband gave me for Christmas. When I’m browsing for goods [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>A Mother&#8217;s Call to Care for Other People&#8217;s Children</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2016 10:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My good friend Sally has been traveling to the West Bank for a dozen years as a volunteer with Christian Peacemaker Teams (CPT). I’m thrilled to share her story here. Sally Hunsberger used to think that as her children grew into more self-reliant teens, she would feel less conflicted about her regular trips to the West Bank [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Lenten Compline for the Weary Parent</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2016 16:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I need to make room for confession that goes deeper than my grimy kitchen floor and messy desk, for love that starts with the mundane work that sustains my family and my career but ends somewhere else—somewhere less cluttered, with more room for possibility.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Please Don&#8217;t Post a Photo of Your Kid&#8217;s Broken Arm, For Her Sake (&#038; Mine)</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Feb 2016 15:25:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We can help people understand what it means to live with a disability without shining too bright a beam on someone else's life story—particularly when that someone is a child either incapable of giving consent or of understanding the long-term implications of having his or her worst, most painful, and most vulnerable moments preserved online.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>This Lent, I&#8217;m Learning to Walk Again</title>
		<link>https://www.patheos.com/blogs/ellenpainterdollar/2016/02/this-lent-im-learning-to-walk-again/</link>
		
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ellen Painter Dollar]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2016 18:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an early Easter will likely dawn gray and cold, snow still on the ground and kids still sniffling, when our colorful Easter clothes will be hidden under damp wool and dingy down jackets, when the earth’s transformation from winter to spring will appear only tentatively, obscured, then what of our transformation? Perhaps an early Easter is a truer reflection of how resurrection usually manifests, faltering and barely noticeable—a slightly higher slant of light, a whiff of damp soil carried on a chill wind, a patch of grass at the yard’s edge where the snow has begun to melt. I am desperate these days for transformation, for obvious and spectacular change in body, mind, and spirit. Especially body. But tenuous and equivocal transformation may be the best I can get.
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