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	<title>Comments on: Life in the Dark Ages</title>
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		<title>By: Lana</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 20:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>10 years ago now I was a complete wreck, mostly. I&#039;m glad to have gotten through that alright. It was really rough &amp; lonely.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>10 years ago now I was a complete wreck, mostly. I&#8217;m glad to have gotten through that alright. It was really rough &amp; lonely.</p>
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		<title>By: ElizabethK</title>
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		<dc:creator>ElizabethK</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 17:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Internet and computers are very much a part of my daily grind; more than I would like them to be.  Some days I just go home and sit with my eyes shut for a LONG time just to soothe my tired eyes.

One thing I *think* I could give up is TV.  So much nothing on there, you know?  I miss being able to just sit and talk with people; I only do it now with Tim and Nick and my family.

PS:  Have you started Bernita&#039;s book?  It&#039;s pretty cool!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Internet and computers are very much a part of my daily grind; more than I would like them to be.  Some days I just go home and sit with my eyes shut for a LONG time just to soothe my tired eyes.</p>
<p>One thing I *think* I could give up is TV.  So much nothing on there, you know?  I miss being able to just sit and talk with people; I only do it now with Tim and Nick and my family.</p>
<p>PS:  Have you started Bernita&#8217;s book?  It&#8217;s pretty cool!</p>
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		<title>By: Jewel/Pink Ink</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jewel/Pink Ink</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 13:28:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I journaled more. I wrote by hand more.

On the other hand, I know more now with the advent of the internet about publishing. Most days that&#039;s a good thing; other days, it makes me covet more :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I journaled more. I wrote by hand more.</p>
<p>On the other hand, I know more now with the advent of the internet about publishing. Most days that&#8217;s a good thing; other days, it makes me covet more <img src='http://www.natashafondren.com/writing/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Natasha Fondren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natasha Fondren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:03:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOLOL, Rick! Trouble is the spice of life!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOLOL, Rick! Trouble is the spice of life!</p>
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		<title>By: Natasha Fondren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natasha Fondren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Eek, Bernita. That kind of support is wonderful! Glenn is pretty good at supporting me, although sometimes he makes it hard without realizing it.

I can&#039;t tell you how thrilled I am that Lillie St. Claire is going to be published. Wait? Is that today? The 28th? I gotta go check!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eek, Bernita. That kind of support is wonderful! Glenn is pretty good at supporting me, although sometimes he makes it hard without realizing it.</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t tell you how thrilled I am that Lillie St. Claire is going to be published. Wait? Is that today? The 28th? I gotta go check!</p>
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		<title>By: Natasha Fondren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natasha Fondren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awww, Betsy! Babies! I didn&#039;t find writing until my late 20s, I was so focused on piano.

I love the internet and my friends there, too!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awww, Betsy! Babies! I didn&#8217;t find writing until my late 20s, I was so focused on piano.</p>
<p>I love the internet and my friends there, too!</p>
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		<title>By: Natasha Fondren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natasha Fondren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kath, my mother was never so happy when I was legal secretary, LOL! It was only for six months, LOL. And I LOVED Sims!!!!! I still play it, now and then. Not much. But it&#039;s why I&#039;m addicted to Farmville on Facebook. I like building and designing stuff. :-)

I hope you sell your house soon!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kath, my mother was never so happy when I was legal secretary, LOL! It was only for six months, LOL. And I LOVED Sims!!!!! I still play it, now and then. Not much. But it&#8217;s why I&#8217;m addicted to Farmville on Facebook. I like building and designing stuff. <img src='http://www.natashafondren.com/writing/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I hope you sell your house soon!</p>
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		<title>By: Natasha Fondren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Natasha Fondren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 23:59:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Eek, well, even if they&#039;re bad memories, Kate, you&#039;ve made huge, big, and positive changes in both yours and your daughter&#039;s lives. That&#039;s awesome!

A lot can change in a decade! When you&#039;re looking at &quot;now,&quot; sometimes I have trouble remembering that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eek, well, even if they&#8217;re bad memories, Kate, you&#8217;ve made huge, big, and positive changes in both yours and your daughter&#8217;s lives. That&#8217;s awesome!</p>
<p>A lot can change in a decade! When you&#8217;re looking at &#8220;now,&#8221; sometimes I have trouble remembering that.</p>
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		<title>By: Rick</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 21:38:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ten years ago I was... still in a lot of trouble!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago I was&#8230; still in a lot of trouble!</p>
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		<title>By: Bernita</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bernita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 07:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ten years ago I was in a hospital waiting room with the kids.Looking back as one crisis followed another, I suppose I could say it took my husband ten years to die. But I prefer to think instead we had the gift of a decade against the odds.
The internet and the people I&#039;ve met (like you, Natasha)helped compensate for the strain of constant care and the endless anxiety of those years. And he always encouraged me to write.
Much was taken, but much is left.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago I was in a hospital waiting room with the kids.Looking back as one crisis followed another, I suppose I could say it took my husband ten years to die. But I prefer to think instead we had the gift of a decade against the odds.<br />
The internet and the people I&#8217;ve met (like you, Natasha)helped compensate for the strain of constant care and the endless anxiety of those years. And he always encouraged me to write.<br />
Much was taken, but much is left.</p>
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