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	<title>Comments on: A (Sort of) Sentimental Post That I Tried to Make Less So</title>
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		<title>By: Exposed! The Secret Surrounding My Book Deal With Wiley Publishing</title>
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		<dc:creator>Exposed! The Secret Surrounding My Book Deal With Wiley Publishing</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 18:24:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Read the rest of the post that she wrote about her son&#8217;s high school graduation. [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Accidental Seeker :: Confessions of a Reluctant Mother and the Bitter Sweetness of Thirteen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Accidental Seeker :: Confessions of a Reluctant Mother and the Bitter Sweetness of Thirteen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 18:28:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] the time of Alexandra’s birthday earlier this year, reading this post by Ann Handley made me nostalgic for my daughter even though she’s several years away from leaving the nest.  [...]</description>
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		<title>By: 25 of My Favorite Digital Teachers &#124; B2B Bliss</title>
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		<dc:creator>25 of My Favorite Digital Teachers &#124; B2B Bliss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 13:04:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] for the invaluable resource MarketingProfs.  But I want you to subscribe to her magical personal blog, Annarchy. Simply put, it’s my favorite.  She’s an astonishing writer. Twitter: [...]</description>
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		<title>By: david athertonf</title>
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		<dc:creator>david athertonf</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 01:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very nice post!  I recall my daughter and youngest son&#039;s HS graduation, my daughter&#039;s graduation from 2 year college and with her BS in Foreign Affairs (in Seattle), and my middle son&#039;s graduation from basic training in San Antonio.  Each one of these events were very happy, mixed-emotion occurrences.  So many of the feelings you described were present.  Sometimes growing up is hard for us parents to take.  Afterall, it is a sign of our own mortality and the relentness march of life and time.  Dave Atherton</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very nice post!  I recall my daughter and youngest son&#8217;s HS graduation, my daughter&#8217;s graduation from 2 year college and with her BS in Foreign Affairs (in Seattle), and my middle son&#8217;s graduation from basic training in San Antonio.  Each one of these events were very happy, mixed-emotion occurrences.  So many of the feelings you described were present.  Sometimes growing up is hard for us parents to take.  Afterall, it is a sign of our own mortality and the relentness march of life and time.  Dave Atherton</p>
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		<title>By: FMJohnson</title>
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		<dc:creator>FMJohnson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 00:37:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I thought you might appreciate a couple of poems on the subject:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;First Lesson (Philip Booth)
&lt;br&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;Lie back daughter, let your head
&lt;br&gt;be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
&lt;br&gt;Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
&lt;br&gt;your arms wide, lie out on the stream
&lt;br&gt;and look high at the gulls. A dead-
&lt;br&gt;man&#039;s float is face down. You will dive
&lt;br&gt;and swim soon enough where this tidewater
&lt;br&gt;ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
&lt;br&gt;me, when you tire on the long thrash
&lt;br&gt;to your island, lie up, and survive.
&lt;br&gt;As you float now, where I held you
&lt;br&gt;and let go, remember when fear
&lt;br&gt;cramps your heart what I told you:
&lt;br&gt;lie gently and wide to the light-year
&lt;br&gt;stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;And of course, the classic:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;On Children (Kahlil Gibran)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I thought you might appreciate a couple of poems on the subject:</p>
<p>First Lesson (Philip Booth)</p>
<p>Lie back daughter, let your head<br />
<br />be tipped back in the cup of my hand.<br />
<br />Gently, and I will hold you. Spread<br />
<br />your arms wide, lie out on the stream<br />
<br />and look high at the gulls. A dead-<br />
<br />man&#39;s float is face down. You will dive<br />
<br />and swim soon enough where this tidewater<br />
<br />ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe<br />
<br />me, when you tire on the long thrash<br />
<br />to your island, lie up, and survive.<br />
<br />As you float now, where I held you<br />
<br />and let go, remember when fear<br />
<br />cramps your heart what I told you:<br />
<br />lie gently and wide to the light-year<br />
<br />stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you. </p>
<p>And of course, the classic:</p>
<p>On Children (Kahlil Gibran)<br />
<br /><a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html</a><br /></p>
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		<title>By: FMJohnson</title>
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		<dc:creator>FMJohnson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 17:37:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I thought you might appreciate a couple of poems on the subject:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;First Lesson (Philip Booth)
&lt;br&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;Lie back daughter, let your head
&lt;br&gt;be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
&lt;br&gt;Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
&lt;br&gt;your arms wide, lie out on the stream
&lt;br&gt;and look high at the gulls. A dead-
&lt;br&gt;man&#039;s float is face down. You will dive
&lt;br&gt;and swim soon enough where this tidewater
&lt;br&gt;ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
&lt;br&gt;me, when you tire on the long thrash
&lt;br&gt;to your island, lie up, and survive.
&lt;br&gt;As you float now, where I held you
&lt;br&gt;and let go, remember when fear
&lt;br&gt;cramps your heart what I told you:
&lt;br&gt;lie gently and wide to the light-year
&lt;br&gt;stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;And of course, the classic:
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;On Children (Kahlil Gibran)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I thought you might appreciate a couple of poems on the subject:</p>
<p>First Lesson (Philip Booth)</p>
<p>Lie back daughter, let your head<br />
<br />be tipped back in the cup of my hand.<br />
<br />Gently, and I will hold you. Spread<br />
<br />your arms wide, lie out on the stream<br />
<br />and look high at the gulls. A dead-<br />
<br />man&#39;s float is face down. You will dive<br />
<br />and swim soon enough where this tidewater<br />
<br />ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe<br />
<br />me, when you tire on the long thrash<br />
<br />to your island, lie up, and survive.<br />
<br />As you float now, where I held you<br />
<br />and let go, remember when fear<br />
<br />cramps your heart what I told you:<br />
<br />lie gently and wide to the light-year<br />
<br />stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you. </p>
<p>And of course, the classic:</p>
<p>On Children (Kahlil Gibran)<br />
<br /><a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html</a><br /></p>
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		<title>By: steveolenski</title>
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		<dc:creator>steveolenski</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 13:14:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;When did they stop looking back to you?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was 2004. My daughter, who is now 10 going on 21 was 5 years old. We were in our backyard playing on the swing set. We have one of those multi-functional swing sets that also includes a sliding board.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a clear, crisp November Philly day... yes, I remember it as vividly as anyone can remember anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My daughter ascended to the stop rung of the slide and I, the dutiful dad, was right behind her. She was a little afraid of climbing to the top of the slide by herself so I assured and reassured her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#039;It&#039;s ok... daddy&#039;s right here.&#039;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She turned, looked back at me and asked...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Will you always be there for me, daddy?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even now as I am sharing this with you all these years later, I am brought to tears... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want my daughter AND my son to know they can always look back and that I will always be there for them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for sharing this story, Ann. If time really does fly when you&#039;re having fun then I must have be having the time of my life...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;When did they stop looking back to you?&#8221;</p>
<p>It was 2004. My daughter, who is now 10 going on 21 was 5 years old. We were in our backyard playing on the swing set. We have one of those multi-functional swing sets that also includes a sliding board.</p>
<p>It was a clear, crisp November Philly day&#8230; yes, I remember it as vividly as anyone can remember anything. </p>
<p>My daughter ascended to the stop rung of the slide and I, the dutiful dad, was right behind her. She was a little afraid of climbing to the top of the slide by herself so I assured and reassured her&#8230;</p>
<p>&#39;It&#39;s ok&#8230; daddy&#39;s right here.&#39;</p>
<p>She turned, looked back at me and asked&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;Will you always be there for me, daddy?&#8221;</p>
<p>Even now as I am sharing this with you all these years later, I am brought to tears&#8230; </p>
<p>I want my daughter AND my son to know they can always look back and that I will always be there for them.</p>
<p>Thank you for sharing this story, Ann. If time really does fly when you&#39;re having fun then I must have be having the time of my life&#8230;</p>
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		<dc:creator>My 7 links challenge for Problogger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:45:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] post on someone else’s blog that you wish you’d written &#8211; This was soooo sooo tough. There are so many. But if I had to choose just one, it would [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Watch to Enjoy! &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Ann Handley: Open Letter to MPAA Re: Toy Story 3</title>
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		<dc:creator>Watch to Enjoy! &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Ann Handley: Open Letter to MPAA Re: Toy Story 3</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] admittedly been in a melancholy mood lately, what with the fledgling kid about to take flight and the situation with the one-eyed dog. So maybe it&#8217;s just me. But I [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Ann Handley: Open Letter to MPAA Re: Toy Story 3 &#124; Hot Web Trends</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ann Handley: Open Letter to MPAA Re: Toy Story 3 &#124; Hot Web Trends</dc:creator>
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