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		<title>No more swimming lessons, for now.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I think that my time with my girls has come to an end.
I was obligated to make a move, and this move has cut off my communication with them.
No more Nutcracker, no more restaurants, no more library, no more swim lessons, no more summer camp.
It makes me sad, when I see this little girl at [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=213&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/11/14/no-more-swimming-lessons-for-now/</link>
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		<title>Bleeding heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a bleeding heart.  And I don&#8217;t know what to do about it.
On Thursday at school,  a teacher gave me one of her students for a time out.  This little girl took her &#8216;time out&#8217; in my room.  After that, I sat her on my lap (she is a really little 6 year-old) and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=211&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/bleeding-heart/</link>
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		<title>Pencil sharpeners. How devestating.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today was a rough day at school.  Rougher than usual.  My kids were agitated.  Oh la la.
One girl completely freaked out when she dropped her pencil sharpener on the ground and it broke.  It got so bad that I had to call her mom.  She almost pulled the phone out of the wall&#8230;so that I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=208&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/09/30/pencil-sharpeners-how-devestating/</link>
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		<title>Even sadder&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[


I did it.
I lost it, today.
I took my boy, the homeless one mentioned in the previous post, shopping.  At the GoodWill.  He wanted 11 pairs of pants.
What??? Isn’t that a little too much, for a homeless guy?
Life has told him no so many times, that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him no again.  They [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=202&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/09/22/even-sadder/</link>
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		<title>Sad&#8230;</title>
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I know that some of you know I am currently taking 2 of my former students to swim lessons.
What you might not have known is that a friend and I used to do the same thing for a family of 5 we knew, when she and I were in high school.  There were 4 boys [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=195&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/sad/</link>
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		<title>4 year olds and the police</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a sad story.
I often take 1 of my former students and her older sister out&#8230;to swimming lessons, dinner, camp, etc.
I went to pick them up today, for a celebratory 1st day of school dinner.
I always hug and envelope  their little brothers while I am at their house.  The baby is adorable, and has [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=191&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/09/02/4-year-olds-and-the-police/</link>
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		<title>Fresh young love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know that some of you who read this blog aren&#8217;t going to like this post (we both know who you are!).
But I wanted to post a picture of my new love.

This is my new baby nephew.  He&#8217;s not mine, but I love him like he was.
Sometimes I wonder why we do love &#8216;forever&#8217;.  How [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=187&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/08/30/fresh-young-love/</link>
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		<title>Health care</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have some conservative friends (gasp!) (just kidding&#8230;!)
And, for some reason, we have been getting into the health care debate.  Not with 1 or 2 of them, more like 4 or 5.  And I&#8217;m not really one to debate others.
But this is an important matter.
The discussion often seems to start with me  saying  something like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=184&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/07/24/health-care/</link>
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		<title>Rome-Paris&#8230;I may have found my airplane cure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been scared of flying for a while. Not a little scared&#8230;a lot scared.  If I travel with Fabio, I grab his arm whenever there is a little wind.  If I am alone, I grab the arm of the stranger sitting next to me.
Fabio has suggested 2 different rounds of psychiatric drugs [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=183&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/07/11/rome-paris-i-may-have-found-my-airplane-cure/</link>
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		<title>We&#8217;re late, we&#8217;re late, for a very important date!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We are always late when we are going places here in Italy.
We are late for reservations we make.  Sometimes by 15 minutes, sometimes by an hour.
We were an hour late for my appointment to choose a dress.  The store called to say that if we weren&#8217;t there in 20 minutes, we would have to come [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=aerdna8.wordpress.com&blog=4378363&post=173&subd=aerdna8&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://aerdna8.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/were-late-were-late-for-a-very-important-date/</link>
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