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	<title>Comments on: Read Elsewhere. Can Relate.</title>
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	<description>When a mother is forced to choose between the child and the culture, there is something abhorrently cruel and unconsidered about that culture. A culture that requires harm to one&#039;s soul in order to follow the cultures prescriptions is a very sick culture indeed. This &#039;culture&#039; can be the one a woman lives in, but more damning yet, it can be the one she carries around and complies with within her own mind.....&#34; -- Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes</description>
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		<title>By: Jane</title>
		<link>http://writingmywrongs.com/2009/11/27/read-elsewhere-can-relate/#comment-3811</link>
		<dc:creator>Jane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 14:20:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love this.</description>
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		<title>By: unsignedmasterpiece</title>
		<link>http://writingmywrongs.com/2009/11/27/read-elsewhere-can-relate/#comment-3810</link>
		<dc:creator>unsignedmasterpiece</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:02:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Why, why, why does it have to be such a struggle?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why, why, why does it have to be such a struggle?</p>
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		<title>By: Denise</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denise</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Suz,

This post speaks to so many times in my life. So often I have thought that I&#039;d let go, but not really, too often been forced to because the loved one was just gone. My son&#039;s father, boyfriends after that, and now my son. Well, he wants me back but on his terms which are not good.

I sense that both of us are learning about letting go, struggling with it, for different reasons. As always, I appreciate your wisdom...

Good luck to both of us!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Suz,</p>
<p>This post speaks to so many times in my life. So often I have thought that I&#8217;d let go, but not really, too often been forced to because the loved one was just gone. My son&#8217;s father, boyfriends after that, and now my son. Well, he wants me back but on his terms which are not good.</p>
<p>I sense that both of us are learning about letting go, struggling with it, for different reasons. As always, I appreciate your wisdom&#8230;</p>
<p>Good luck to both of us!</p>
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