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	<title>Comments on: Taking a Stand</title>
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		<title>By: Literate Housewife</title>
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		<dc:creator>Literate Housewife</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 03:33:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing this post.  It was inspirational to a woman about to turn 37 in 9 days.  In some ways I feel that my time to make a difference is over, but it&#039;s not.  It&#039;s just beginning.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Literate Housewife&#180;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://literatehousewife.wordpress.com/2008/09/28/the-sunday-salon-my-trip-to-the-national-book-festival/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Sunday Salon ~ My Trip to the National Book Festival!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing this post.  It was inspirational to a woman about to turn 37 in 9 days.  In some ways I feel that my time to make a difference is over, but it&#8217;s not.  It&#8217;s just beginning.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Literate Housewife&#180;s last blog post..<a href="http://literatehousewife.wordpress.com/2008/09/28/the-sunday-salon-my-trip-to-the-national-book-festival/" rel="nofollow">The Sunday Salon ~ My Trip to the National Book Festival!</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Djuanna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Djuanna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 22:59:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Suzanne, I am so with you.  I spent the ENTIRE weekend working on a plan for what I call true independence.  No matter what happens, my life will be forever changed, just because I took the chance.  This was one of several signs that I&#039;ve had today that I&#039;m on the right track.  Thanks mucho.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Djuanna&#180;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://southerndva.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-breezes.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Fall Breezes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Suzanne, I am so with you.  I spent the ENTIRE weekend working on a plan for what I call true independence.  No matter what happens, my life will be forever changed, just because I took the chance.  This was one of several signs that I&#8217;ve had today that I&#8217;m on the right track.  Thanks mucho.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Djuanna&#180;s last blog post..<a href="http://southerndva.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-breezes.html" rel="nofollow">Fall Breezes</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 19:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Let&#039;s see...
Three years ago, when I was 38 years old, my oldest sister(she was 53 at the time) was diagnosed with Alzheimer&#039;s Disease...a disease that was starting to show in our mother who was already suffering from depression - she died ten years ago of pulmonary embolism instead. What I did  not see in my mother, I see in my sister day by day, moment by moment.
In that timespan of my sister&#039;s diagnosis, I was going through a rollercoaster of walking away from a personal relationship that was becoming verbally insulting; dealing with an editor who was out of a coo-coo&#039;s nest(he eventually resigned) and ending two friendships that was definitely poison. 
I am now 41 years old, celebrating my debut as an author...even though it is co-author&#039;s credit it is a start of what I believe will be a successful author career. I am an advocate of alzheimer&#039;s disease and finding a cure..as well as cancer prevention and depression of all levels, the latter is to make it more aware that depression is no longer a shameful secret. I am still learning and  growing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let&#8217;s see&#8230;<br />
Three years ago, when I was 38 years old, my oldest sister(she was 53 at the time) was diagnosed with Alzheimer&#8217;s Disease&#8230;a disease that was starting to show in our mother who was already suffering from depression &#8211; she died ten years ago of pulmonary embolism instead. What I did  not see in my mother, I see in my sister day by day, moment by moment.<br />
In that timespan of my sister&#8217;s diagnosis, I was going through a rollercoaster of walking away from a personal relationship that was becoming verbally insulting; dealing with an editor who was out of a coo-coo&#8217;s nest(he eventually resigned) and ending two friendships that was definitely poison.<br />
I am now 41 years old, celebrating my debut as an author&#8230;even though it is co-author&#8217;s credit it is a start of what I believe will be a successful author career. I am an advocate of alzheimer&#8217;s disease and finding a cure..as well as cancer prevention and depression of all levels, the latter is to make it more aware that depression is no longer a shameful secret. I am still learning and  growing.</p>
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