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        <title>I cannot find the words to say my last goodbye</title>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">At 7:22 this morning Ex passed away. The children and I were able to visit with him before he died. To hold his hand. To look into his eyes. To tell him we loved him. Evergreen ~by HYDE I lie...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>He said he loved me, too</title>
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        <published>2008-09-17T02:59:26-04:00</published>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Ex has taken a turn for the worse. His lungs filled with fluid, which caused an irratic heartbeat and other life-threatening problems. They've drained the fluid and that has helped, but it's only temporary. We are making plans to see...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>When it was all still yet to be lived</title>
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        <published>2008-07-25T19:02:00-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-20T20:43:55-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">We met at a youth conference on a sunny afternoon. My friend and I were walking up a concrete ramp to the auditorium and he was walking down it. Or more like bouncing down it. He was energy embodied. Trim,...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>To answer my own question</title>
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        <published>2008-07-14T21:42:07-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-20T20:45:09-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">8th grade. While those around her celebrated new curves, she was ashamed of every protruding bone. She never wore shorts, even on the hottest days, and she usually wore long sleeves to cover her toothpick arms. But, that day she...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Self-deprecating minds want to know</title>
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        <published>2008-06-20T12:04:00-04:00</published>
        <updated>2008-06-20T12:04:00-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">When you walk into a room full of strangers do you think: A) Most will like you B) Most will dislike you C) Some will like you, some will not D) You don’t give a pig’s patootie if anyone likes...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Ice cube trays and a sliver of hope</title>
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        <published>2008-06-17T06:58:55-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-20T20:47:12-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">According to Drummer, who read a book about it, my love language is "words of affirmation." Apparently without them I become a deflated, depressed, insecure mess. Come to find out, Ex's love language seems split between "gift giving" and "acts...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Keepsake</title>
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        <published>2008-06-08T21:41:15-04:00</published>
        <updated>2008-06-08T21:41:15-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">After weeks of grueling radiation treatments, the tumor that was pressing on Ex's esophagus has been reduced in size. We're glad for that. They also targeted his ribs to try and lesson the pain from the cancer there. He's still...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Ruffling the marrow</title>
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        <published>2008-06-08T21:39:28-04:00</published>
        <updated>2008-06-08T21:39:28-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Pavarotti's Last Performance of "Nessun Dorma," Torino 2006 "Some singing voices vibrate the sternum and the long bones of the listeners. The musicians in our family, call this 'ruffling the marrow.' Once done, ever after, the listener carries a bone-deep...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>How the prom date who dumped me ended up in my wedding</title>
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        <published>2008-05-28T22:14:46-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-16T23:19:32-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Mommy’s Martini asked readers to share their prom stories. Here's mine: A guy at my church liked me. I liked him. We sat next to each other during sermons, paying more attention to how many times our thighs touched than...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>If I knew then </title>
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        <published>2008-05-27T06:32:22-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-18T13:21:48-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Amalah recently posted about the financial fears stay-at-home moms have. She asks: "What if he left me? What would I do? I mean, screw the heartbreak and all that shit, what would I do? How would I pay bills, rent,...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Even worse than I thought</title>
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        <published>2008-05-18T18:44:26-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-20T20:52:44-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">THE SCENE: This afternoon. Ikuni and I are at the gas station. The attendant asks me a number of questions and he frequently calls me, "Sweetie" and "Honey." The following ensues after pulling out of the station. Me: How come...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>Do unto others</title>
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        <published>2008-05-15T06:07:45-04:00</published>
        <updated>2008-05-15T06:07:45-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Today is Bloggers Unite for Human Rights day. For my contribution I'm posting a song by the band, Garbage. It's for those in our world who deserve not only compassion, but also the ability to get help regardless of what's...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>The weirdness that is me </title>
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        <published>2008-05-12T19:13:34-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-01-31T14:02:48-05:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">Exhibit A. For Mother's Day Ikuni takes me to a Japanese restaurant for lunch. We pull into the parking lot. The sign blinks "open" but there isn't another vehicle within a block of the building. I freak. "What if we're...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>35 months of my life</title>
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        <published>2008-05-10T22:10:06-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-20T20:56:13-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">I've been pregnant and given birth four times. Three were fullterm, one a month premature. I thought for Mother's Day I'd reminisce a bit about my experiences. Wordsmith - Fairly easy pregnancy. Just enough nausea to feel pampering was justified,...&lt;br/&gt;
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        <title>That's me, the tall one in the pale, yellow shirt with the wicked lead guitar</title>
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        <published>2008-04-25T20:12:18-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-18T13:24:04-04:00</updated>
        
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://musing.typepad.com/blog/">I'm having a love affair with Acid Black Cherry, and one of the songs I've had on repeat has been Spell Magic. The music is kind of like Rush meets Rob Zombie. And Yasu's voice. He's one of the few...&lt;br/&gt;
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