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	<title>Comments on: The Ebb and Flow of Communication</title>
	<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/</link>
	<description>35 year old mother of two trying to live with panic disorder and depression without losing her sense of humor.</description>
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		<title>By: Tammy</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4063</link>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:47:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Welcome back from vacation MissCrankyPants.
  I wonder sometimes what compels people to fire off nasty emails, but I don't wonder for too long, because some things I can't make sense of.
  Do you still hear about how your friend is doing?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Welcome back from vacation MissCrankyPants.<br />
  I wonder sometimes what compels people to fire off nasty emails, but I don&#8217;t wonder for too long, because some things I can&#8217;t make sense of.<br />
  Do you still hear about how your friend is doing?</p>
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		<title>By: misscrankypants</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4062</link>
		<dc:creator>misscrankypants</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:24:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4062</guid>
		<description>Ah, hate mail. That is hilarious, people are mighty bold when hiding behind an email address. Cowards!

I had a friend who was like a brother to me that I met when I was 12. We wrote letters, phone calls, etc. We lost touch when he married. I'd like to think if anything were to happen to him I could call or visit and we'd pick up where we left off....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, hate mail. That is hilarious, people are mighty bold when hiding behind an email address. Cowards!</p>
<p>I had a friend who was like a brother to me that I met when I was 12. We wrote letters, phone calls, etc. We lost touch when he married. I&#8217;d like to think if anything were to happen to him I could call or visit and we&#8217;d pick up where we left off&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Tammy</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4061</link>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 19:32:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4061</guid>
		<description>Hi Jean,
  That's funny that you said that about "an exotic vacation story" because my aunt said she has spoke with him and he is cracking jokes already.
  You're right about wanting to get a reaction from readers. I used to say that I wanted people to love me or hate me, no in between.
  Tomatoes! Mine are getting ready too. They are late because I was late getting them into the ground. Sliced tomato on good bread with a napkin to wipe your chin, heaven.
  Have fun with your niece. I enjoy my nieces and nephews more than my own children at times, probably because I don't see them as often and I don't have to discipline them!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Jean,<br />
  That&#8217;s funny that you said that about &#8220;an exotic vacation story&#8221; because my aunt said she has spoke with him and he is cracking jokes already.<br />
  You&#8217;re right about wanting to get a reaction from readers. I used to say that I wanted people to love me or hate me, no in between.<br />
  Tomatoes! Mine are getting ready too. They are late because I was late getting them into the ground. Sliced tomato on good bread with a napkin to wipe your chin, heaven.<br />
  Have fun with your niece. I enjoy my nieces and nephews more than my own children at times, probably because I don&#8217;t see them as often and I don&#8217;t have to discipline them!</p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4060</link>
		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 17:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4060</guid>
		<description>Great entry, Tammy!  Everyone should have a golden thread or two like you have with your cousin running through the fabric of their lives.  Hope he gets better quickly and being run down by a car in Thailand is just an exotic vacation story for him!

Hate mail - phfffft to that.  But as a published writer, the important thing is that YOU GET A REACTION!  That's way more important than the people that read you once or twice and pass you by the next time.

Now the tomatoes are starting to ripen!  I'm feeling less sad about the berries all the time.  Hee!  I have a niece that I lovelovelove coming home for a visit from Portland later this month.  Sure wish she hadn't fallen in love with that city so she would come home for good.  I miss her!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great entry, Tammy!  Everyone should have a golden thread or two like you have with your cousin running through the fabric of their lives.  Hope he gets better quickly and being run down by a car in Thailand is just an exotic vacation story for him!</p>
<p>Hate mail - phfffft to that.  But as a published writer, the important thing is that YOU GET A REACTION!  That&#8217;s way more important than the people that read you once or twice and pass you by the next time.</p>
<p>Now the tomatoes are starting to ripen!  I&#8217;m feeling less sad about the berries all the time.  Hee!  I have a niece that I lovelovelove coming home for a visit from Portland later this month.  Sure wish she hadn&#8217;t fallen in love with that city so she would come home for good.  I miss her!</p>
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		<title>By: Tammy</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4059</link>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 04:55:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Belle,
  How are you doing? Don't worry, I already have a card ready to send him. I just need to talk with my Aunt and figure out where to send it.
  Yes! Email your cousin. It is so wonderful to have those relationships that can span decades, even with long intervals of silence.
  Don't worry about the hate mail. I have to realize that I am putting myself out there on the internet of my own free will. Some people might like to read me, others might not. Most will just click the back button, but a select few might feel compelled to hurl insults at me. I don't get the fun that people get from it either.
  That one sentence entry was a mistake. I started writing, got distracted by something (most likely a kid) and I hit post instead of save.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Belle,<br />
  How are you doing? Don&#8217;t worry, I already have a card ready to send him. I just need to talk with my Aunt and figure out where to send it.<br />
  Yes! Email your cousin. It is so wonderful to have those relationships that can span decades, even with long intervals of silence.<br />
  Don&#8217;t worry about the hate mail. I have to realize that I am putting myself out there on the internet of my own free will. Some people might like to read me, others might not. Most will just click the back button, but a select few might feel compelled to hurl insults at me. I don&#8217;t get the fun that people get from it either.<br />
  That one sentence entry was a mistake. I started writing, got distracted by something (most likely a kid) and I hit post instead of save.</p>
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		<title>By: Tammy</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4058</link>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 04:47:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4058</guid>
		<description>Hi Bonnie.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Bonnie.</p>
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		<title>By: Belle</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4057</link>
		<dc:creator>Belle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:46:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4057</guid>
		<description>Of course he knows, and of course he would understand if you didn't send a card.  But you know what?  I'd send one anyway.  And better yet, enclose a copy of this lovely post.  Just because.  :)

I have a male cousin that I haven't seen in years and years but I know we'd "connect" all over again if I saw him tomorrow.  He's one the reasons I have such fond memories of my childhood and visiting my g'parents farm. In fact, I think I'm going to write his sis to get his e-mail address.  Just because!

Hate mail?  What on earth have you written to deserve that?  Was that why there was a cryptic entry the other day?  (I saw a one-sentence entry and then it was removed.) I'm always amazed at what people do for fun, hiding behind anonymity.  Criminy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Of course he knows, and of course he would understand if you didn&#8217;t send a card.  But you know what?  I&#8217;d send one anyway.  And better yet, enclose a copy of this lovely post.  Just because.  <img src='http://www.livedtotell.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I have a male cousin that I haven&#8217;t seen in years and years but I know we&#8217;d &#8220;connect&#8221; all over again if I saw him tomorrow.  He&#8217;s one the reasons I have such fond memories of my childhood and visiting my g&#8217;parents farm. In fact, I think I&#8217;m going to write his sis to get his e-mail address.  Just because!</p>
<p>Hate mail?  What on earth have you written to deserve that?  Was that why there was a cryptic entry the other day?  (I saw a one-sentence entry and then it was removed.) I&#8217;m always amazed at what people do for fun, hiding behind anonymity.  Criminy.</p>
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		<title>By: Bonnie</title>
		<link>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4056</link>
		<dc:creator>Bonnie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:45:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.livedtotell.com/2007/07/11/the-ebb-and-flow-of-communication/#comment-4056</guid>
		<description>*sigh*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*sigh*</p>
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