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	<title>Karen Michelle Garcia</title>
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		<title>Fado, Tempura and Tulips</title>
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We've been back from Vegas for a couple of days and, with the exception of a profoundly upsetting dream (so fun!), it's been a great week. We had a lovely time with our entire team in Vegas, we've landed two new clients since January 1st, and it was great to ...</description>
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		<title>Holiday Ruminations</title>
		<description>I think today is the day that everyone finally caught up on all the work they had slacked off on over the holidays as I saw a flurry of facebook and twitter posts about the age old question: what did you get for Christmas/Hanukkah?

I found the answers very interesting on ...</description>
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		<title>March 19, 2011</title>
		<description>spreading red 
screams my silent failure to the world
bereft of a gift made of sand
slipping through anguished fingers

unspoken
unmourned
unnamed
a nothing
a noone

to everyone 
except my soul
who counts the exacting toll
like thorns shoved deep in a palm

the wound mends 
yet the rent and rendered flesh is never again whole
forever mismatched
cobbled together with unevenly ...</description>
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		<title>Valentine&#8217;s Day</title>
		<description>My Grandma Kay passed away a week ago today. It was peaceful and mercifully fast...and lest you think I'm being callous about it, my grandpa Bill suffered grievously for years and it was heartbreaking over and over and over. She passed away on Valentine's Day, the same date she had ...</description>
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		<title>I&#8217;m sorry&#8230;why are you here?</title>
		<description>Fair warning...this is a rant. There are swears. Deal.

I like to consider myself fairly modern. I work, I share chores and child-rearing with Joel, heck we even split cooking duties. I don't mind getting my own door, though I love it when I'm treated chivalrously. If we're out to dinner ...</description>
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		<title>True Friends</title>
		<description>I've been dealing with some medical falderal the past two weeks and I've been tired, incredibly irritable and exceedingly impatient to the point of downright rudeness. You know that horrid little inside voice that you keep clamped down internally because its monologue is so amazingly critical and nasty that you'd ...</description>
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		<title>Perspective</title>
		<description>Saturday was like most days around here, just with a bit lighter work load. We got up, had breakfast, made plans to do some yardwork before it got hot then go out for some ice cream in the afternoon with the kids to cool off. Perhaps we would even make ...</description>
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		<title>Stephen</title>
		<description>Today, was a difficult day. By far one of the hardest days of my adult life. 

Today we buried Stephen. 

He was my brother's very best friend, so much so that Stephen was the brother he never had and vice versa. They brought out the good in each other and ...</description>
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		<title>Rage</title>
		<description>My heart screams in anger
caught in the web of deceit
thrashing against the barbs
bleeding like so many times before.

Never again! It rages like a caged beast
beating itself senseless against the bars
knowing its futile vows are just that
useless against the inevitable.

Scuffed and bruised,
torn and bloodied
in the gutter of its own making. </description>
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		<title>Adjust this!</title>
		<description>Ok, it's not that I fear change, so much as I'm stubborn. My mother will back me up with this one, I'm sure. If I find a way that something works for me, then it will take a lot of convincing for me to change my ways. Now, this doesn't ...</description>
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