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		<title>And So This Is Christmas &#8230; Let The Grief In</title>
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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>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>To Everything a Season</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 01:01:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  The way I walk I see my mother walking, the feet secure and firm upon the ground. The way I talk I hear my daughter talking, and hear my mother’s echo in the sound. The way she thought I &#8230; <a href="https://lisapullenkent.com/to-everything-a-season/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a></p>
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