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	<title>Meredith Resnick</title>
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	<description>Writer &#38; Clinical Social Worker</description>
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		<title>The Odyssey of Tentinger</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 17:15:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Military membership is a higher calling,” says HMC (FMF) Larry Tentinger on why people gravitate to the armed forces. “My dad,” a Marine in Okinawa, “embodied the military core values in the way he lived his life,” he says...]]></description>
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		<title>Torn Apart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 17:13:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don't know when I started biting my nails. But by the time I was in the first grade, I couldn’t stop. My teeth serrated the edges of my fingernails, ripping away the half moons of new growth, leaving the tips of my nail beds, at times, exposed and tender...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know when I started biting my nails. But by the time I was in  the first grade, I couldn’t stop. My teeth serrated the edges of my  fingernails, ripping away the half moons of new growth, leaving the tips  of my nail beds, at times, exposed and tender&#8230;</p>
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		<title>We Didn&#8217;t Need the Past–Or So I Thought</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 15:28:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last year my husband and I were in St. Petersburg, Russia, meeting the family who had given up our daughters for adoption. I didn&#8217;t want to go. I didn&#8217;t want my daughters to go either&#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://69.89.31.103/~writers9/meredithresnick/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/bookthumb_newsweek.gif"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-25" title="bookthumb_newsweek" src="http://69.89.31.103/~writers9/meredithresnick/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/bookthumb_newsweek.gif" alt="" width="140" height="167" /></a>Last year my husband and I were in St. Petersburg,  Russia, meeting the family who had given up our daughters for adoption.  I didn&#8217;t want to go. I didn&#8217;t want my daughters to go either&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Formidable Tante Esthère</title>
		<link>http://meredithresnick.com/2010/03/24/formidable-tante-esthere/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 15:23:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I didn't know the word as a  child, but intimidated was what I felt around Aunt Esther. She was a  world traveler, and sometimes she'd even come all the way from Manhattan  on the diesel train to stay the weekends with us in Yonkers...]]></description>
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		<title>Mama Is a Four-Letter Word</title>
		<link>http://meredithresnick.com/2010/03/23/mama-is-a-four-letter-word/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 15:29:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>meredith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[August was hot, the air conditioner droned, and my mother burrowed beneath the blankets of her four-poster bed. Tiny aisles of carpet led to the bathrooom and kitchen, where she wobbled back and forth, using thee packing cartons as handrails&#8230;]]></description>
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