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		<title>I, not my children, define me</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:49:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been struggling for some time now on finding the &#8220;me&#8221; that I used to be.  Maybe it&#8217;s a waste, maybe that person is long gone.  But who am I?  I don&#8217;t want to be defined as just another mother.  I don&#8217;t want the only topic I am capable of speaking about to be my [...]]]></description>
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