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		<title>Depth of Field</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2018 00:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It’s a gorgeous spring day on our 22 acres outside Fulton, a brocade of rolling green set against a periwinkle sky. It’s where I come to breathe. Today all four kids, their families, plus my dad and sister visiting from &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/depth-of-field/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>And So This Is Christmas &#8230; Let The Grief In</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2015 00:45:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s late December, only days to Christmas. The kids are out of school and it&#8217;s dark already at 4:30 pm. All the lights burn in the kitchen where my husband is busy making sugar cookies with our girls. Flour dusts &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/and-so-this-is-christmas-let-the-grief-in/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Eulogy To My Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2015 01:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When she shall die,Take her and cut her out in little stars,And she will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun. William Shakespeare Patricia &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/eulogy-to-my-mother/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>In Her Image</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2015 02:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes I feel like a motherless childSometimes I feel like a motherless childSometimes I feel like a motherless childA long way from home African-American Spiritual I’m going to lose my mother. It&#8217;s an inevitability I never used to think about. &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/in-her-image/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>To Believe or Not to Believe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2014 03:26:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Mom, is Santa real?” My youngest shouts this over the top of Katy Perry’s “Roar” playing on the radio as I’m dodging traffic on Providence Road, trying to get to gymnastics. I shouldn’t be surprised that questions of this magnitude &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/to-believe-or-not-to-believe/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Becoming</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2014 22:52:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I love teenagers. I do. Everything about them: the awkward, the self-conscious, even the angry bits. I&#8217;m especially intrigued by the way they shed their childhood like a skin and emerge a newer, older version of themselves. I even kind &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/becoming/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2014 15:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>For a year now, I&#8217;ve intended to write about turning 50––a contemplative, insightful piece extolling the wisdom gained from living for half a century, but I ran out of time. In a few days I’ll be 51. Gone the way &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/big-rocks/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Through Grammy&#8217;s Eyes: A Birth Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2014 22:13:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Every birth has a story, ripe for the telling, though the tale varies with the perspective of the teller. The closest view belongs to the mother; it is her body, after all, that houses the new life, she who evicts &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/through-grammys-eyes-a-birth-story/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>Let It Go</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2014 11:17:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Before moving to Columbia, Missouri, spring break meant a week off school to hang around the house and catch up on projects. I soon learned this is not the case in the Midwest.  In CoMo, it’s ‘hasta la vista, baby,’ &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/let-it-go/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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		<title>The Light Between Us</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2014 22:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>One love, one blood, one life.You got to do what you should.One life with each other, Sisters and Brothers.One life, but we&#8217;re not the same. We get to carry each other, carry each other. One, U2 She doesn’t even know &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/the-light-between-us/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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