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		<title>Spinning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So I caved and joined a spin class to attempt to minimize my hind quarters.  It&#8217;s been pretty fun, definitely keeping me motivated to really challenge myself.  I really encourage anyone who is reading this blog to go and try it.  To prepare you for the zen of spin class, I have recorded this morning&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/spinning/</link>
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		<title>Dating</title>
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“I’m in love with a beautiful girl named Lydia,” he told me.
We were driving home from daycare as he described yet another girl that had stolen his heart, telling me about her long dark hair, her pretty smile, and how incredibly nice she was to him.
“Honey, aren’t you a little young to be liking so [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/dating/</link>
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		<title>Accident Prone</title>
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“Mom?”
Her voice was small in the phone.  I could sense the underlying waver.  And the fact that she was calling me mid soccer practice prepared me.
“Mom, I fell on my wrist,” she said, the unmistakable sound of crying accompanying her words.
It’s amazing how quickly “Mom mode” takes over in times of emergency.  There is no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/accident-prone/</link>
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		<title>Sailing Away</title>
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 I’ve been having a rough run of it, doing this single mother thing.  For a couple weeks I forgot the things that I’ve enjoyed about being a mother, and could not get away from focusing on all the things that I am missing out on by doing this on my own.  After working a full [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/sailing-away/</link>
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		<title>The Showdown</title>
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Our saga continues….. (Click here for previous installment)
 
High noon.  The sun beat down on us in between a smattering of clouds.  A small trickle of sweat made its way down his forehead, and he brushed it away slowly as his gaze locked with mine.  If he had any reservations, he showed no sign of it.  The [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/the-showdown/</link>
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		<title>Ruby Red</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Wine Country Mom cannot think of anything nice to write here about her children.  So she has graciously asked me, Poetic Goddess, to step in and entertain all two of her fans.  Because of the current circumstances, I am dedicating this one to her.  
 
Ruby Red
by Poetic Goddess
 
 
 
Ruby Red,
take me far from here,
down to the depths 
of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/ruby-red/</link>
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		<title>After the Shopping Trip</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
   
 The ending of yesterday&#8217;s post was the short version.  Here&#8217;s the longer side of the story.
 The artichokes were already cooked on the stove.  Truth is, they were softer than I wanted them to be.  I still had to make the biscuits, caramelize the onions, add the squash, and cook the chicken before [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/after-the-shopping-trip/</link>
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		<title>Unforgettable Me.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
I left work today, carrying too many things and rushing as usual.  In my haste I was almost knocked over by a guy on a bike. 
 “You look nice today,” he said sincerely as he passed me by, and thus made my day.  I thanked him, and meant it.  I continued smiling for maybe 5 [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/unforgettable-me/</link>
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		<title>Brittle Leaves</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
It is in the golden brown of brittle leaves
that I think of you most.
My breath,
suspended momentarily
in a cloud of warmth against the crisp air,
expanding from its small containment
and reaching to the earth and sky,
breathes for you.
 
You exist between each click of the second hand,
when time momentarily stops
and all that can be heard
is the deafening roar
in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/brittle-leaves/</link>
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		<title>The Slumber Party</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My daughter was invited to numerous birthday parties yesterday, the last one ending as a sleepover.  So I had the option of passing my son off on unsuspecting grandparents to get a night to myself, or let him be an only child for the night and spend quality time with him.  I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/the-slumber-party/</link>
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		<title>Joining the &#8220;Information Superhighway&#8221;&#8230;.legitimately.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I admit it.  I have been guilty of stealing Internet.  Well, I only plead half guilty.  If someone does not secure their connection, I can only assume that they are being kind and sharing it with the neighborhood.  So it would be rude of me to not use what they are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/big-girl-internet/</link>
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		<title>Cleaning House</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The kids have been having a rough time of it lately.  At the beginning of the week I was in heavy communication with my son&#8217;s teacher.  At the end of the week it was with his daycare.  One final act of defiance in the classroom took away the birthday party he was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/cleaning-house/</link>
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		<title>Desire</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I stop to think of everything that is required of me to be able to raise these kids alone, along with trying to live a somewhat normal life, I get overwhelmed.  I don’t know how I’m doing it.  There is very little leeway in my schedule and time has become a precious [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/desire/</link>
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		<title>First Day of School</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The kids started school today.  Gone are the lazy days of summer, the vacations to the beach, the camping trips, letting the kids sleep in while I enjoy a cup or two of coffee over the newspaper, day camp, week long camp, swimming all day and watching movies all night….  Now we’re onto [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/first-day-of-school/</link>
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		<title>Oliver Stamps</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We were on our way to dinner with friends when we stopped at Oliver’s Market to pick up a few things for the meal. As we got closer, my daughter took notice of the man outside the store strumming his guitar.  His face was weathered, life’s toll taken out on him in a hard [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/oliver-stamps/</link>
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		<title>Camp</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One week out of the summertime is always dedicated to camp.  My mother went when she was a little girl.  Then she sent me when I was of age and she went as a “chaperone”.  And when my own kids were old enough they started going as well and I began coming [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/camp/</link>
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		<title>Moments</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My daughter begged me not to go one last time.  She asked if she could come with me.  She hugged me for the longest time, a rare occurrence in her 10 years.  And my heartstrings pulled for the moment, contemplating (and not for the first time since the trip had been planned) [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/moments/</link>
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		<title>Hair Expressions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It’s summertime and the kids and I are so grateful it is finally here.  We are all more than ready.  To celebrate the season, I have resurrected the annual ritual for the second year running of letting them let their hair down, literally.  My daughter is sporting a new short haircut with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/hair-expressions/</link>
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		<title>Being the Child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The fighting between them commenced as soon as they got in the car, and I settled the argument justly.  In this instance, her brother won out and she sat in the back sulking.  I playfully tickled her leg to try and crack a smile, and her anger resulted in a swift kick on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/being-the-child/</link>
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		<title>Weekend Writing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Music is playing, the soft sounds of Etta crooning from my radio.  The kids are already in bed, kissed goodnight way too late in favor of a little more time promising that tomorrow will be interesting.  We have another early morning due to one of the last band practices of the school year. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.winecountrymom.com/weekend-writing/</link>
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