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		<title>Will There Be Enough Wooden Clothespins?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Will there be enough wooden clothespins to hold my cherished memories? Memories of our years at the lake captured in black and white, strung on gardener&#8217;s twine and stretched across a window that does not present a view of the lake. Will there be enough window space as the years add up, and the pile [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bean Dip</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s football time already. Tonight, a Thursday of all days, is actually is the first game. Traffic was crazy just moving two miles this afternoon. Although the weather is hardly cozy-time (temperatures are soaring into the 90s) I am yearning to make this dip for the boys, and set them down with a bowl of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Today&#8217;s Milestone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Before the sun sets today, I&#8217;d like to live within the parameters of today&#8217;s minutes, hours and seconds. Lately, this has proved to be an insurmountable task. Maybe Brownies will help me get there. Today, at 11:30, I will pick up my newly minted Freshman at the high school to have his cast removed. Although, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Searching For The Greatest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In every town he visited, a violent protest broke out in the streets where Gaylen, the boy in The Search for Delicious,  polled the people on their most delicious food. Everyone knew what the most delicious food was, but no one could agree, yet everyone agreed to disagree. Husbands, asked to be truthful, were forced [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/fringe-benefits/</link>
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		<title>Mom, You Were Wrong</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After spending the summer jumping off a wooden dock we took the birthday boy to the city pool, where there were diving boards, chlorine, and cement sidewalks. He asked if he could jump off the diving boards. I didn&#8217;t know. Could he swim to the ladder? So hard to know, as the lake obscures so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Our Majestic Friend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hey Charlie, I&#8217;m sure right now you are standing guard over our dock, keeping the seagulls away. We&#8217;ll be up tomorrow, and this will be a big weekend for star/planet gazing. They tell us we&#8217;ll be able to spot Mars. Will you stand on that pier waiting for us, in the dark, like you did [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/well-be-there-tomorrow/</link>
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		<title>Bellies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I looked up from the hospital gown that draped over my belly, my knees poking through the stiff cotton fabric, dotted with green diamond rosettes, and was surprised to see the straight black hair framing the face of my still pregnant girlfriend, as she poked her head through the doorway. She had come to visit [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/bellies/</link>
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		<title>Mom, Look at That</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;At what,&#8221; I said. He was standing on his crutches, looking out at the back window into the yard at the lake house. I looked there too, but still didn&#8217;t see what he was talking about. So, politely, I said, &#8220;yeah, nice.&#8221; He saw through my indifference, and said, &#8220;Look at how the sunlight is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Benders</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m looking through Photoshop, for its pictorial memories of summer. This year&#8217;s pictures are more about people and their stories too personal to share. One image that I love is that of my friend, who simply &#8220;mothered&#8221; me all summer &#8212; whenever I needed some care. On one hot afternoon, three families parked piled into [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/benders/</link>
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		<title>Dry Spells in Deep Water</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every morning at 9:55a.m you can find me out on the dock, skis under my arms, loading the boat for the morning ski club runs. My goal, as the summer is nearing its end, is simply to get miles under my skis. Ideally, I would give my muscles a break every other day. But fall [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/dry-spells-in-deep-water/</link>
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		<title>Awesome, Summer Pizza</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Cover one flour tortia shell with chunks of mozzarella and a  few chunks of crumbled feta cheese. Add a layer of a sliced fresh-off-the-vine tomato. Sprinkle with salt and pepper Place under broiler in oven for 5 minutes. Take pizza from oven, and cover with fresh herbs, a bit more salt, and, this is the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/awesome-summer-pizza/</link>
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		<title>Midnight Showers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When the sun appears, we are a bit more sleepy than usual. Our real fun happens after 11 pm, when the sun finally sets, and the sky lights up like a planetarium. We sit back in our boat seat and look up. The Perseid meteor showers have returned. There is no other option than to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/midnight-showers/</link>
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		<title>Make Me Invisible</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mom, fix the camera so that when I jump off the dock, I&#8217;m invisible. Related Posts:To Our Majestic FriendBendersMom, Look at ThatWill There Be Enough Wooden Clothespins?Mom, You Were Wrong Bookmark to: Hide Sites]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/invisible/</link>
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		<title>Blossoms Worthy of Champagne</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The bottles arrived via UPS on a mundane Wednesday afternoon. UPS trucks rarely come by in this neck of the woods, so that alone was the equivalent of sitting in traffic in the city and watching a mule parade by. The kids had to call me out to “sign” for the package. “Alcohol,” the guy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/blossoms-worthy-of-champagne/</link>
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		<title>Cool Cloud Over the Lake</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Related Posts:Mom, Look at ThatTo Our Majestic FriendBendersWill There Be Enough Wooden Clothespins?Mom, You Were Wrong Bookmark to: Hide Sites]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/cool-cloud-over-the-lake/</link>
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		<title>Comfortable In His Own Skin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As if having the frogs around wasn&#8217;t enough, they came with an accompaniment. Poison Ivy. Frogs like to live in the tall grassy weeds, and there, unbeknownst to my son, was a big bed of Poison Ivy. He had marched right though the weeds, and there was not one spot of his body that didn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/comfortable-in-his-own-skin/</link>
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		<title>Champagne on a Monday Morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Your spine tingles when you hear a group of people cheer for you across a large body of water droplets. Those cheers of camaraderie solidify the friendships we&#8217;ve deepened over the summer; and validate that in many ways, the victories wouldn&#8217;t have happened without the words, work and encouragement of those friends. The first time [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/champagne-on-a-monday-morning/</link>
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		<title>The Big Comfy Couch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Related Posts:To Our Majestic FriendMom, Look at ThatBendersWill There Be Enough Wooden Clothespins?Mom, You Were Wrong Bookmark to: Hide Sites]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/big-comfy-couch/</link>
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		<title>Summer&#8217;s Touchstone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This photo, taken a few happy weeks ago, is my touchstone for how I will define the summer of 2010. Yet, summer is not cooperating with me. Summer wants me to identify its memory with something more sinister. This was before my husband started crossing the continent on airplanes, and we started just missing each [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.susiej.com/index.php/summers-touchstone/</link>
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		<title>Pratt&#8217;s Crash</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While researching and interviewing bike riders for an article I wrote for Columbus Monthly, I discovered cyclists prefer to call their accidents &#8220;crashes.&#8221; Alex Pratt, procurement director for Pelotonia, crashed, splintered his collarbone and needed &#8220;Two Percocets just to feel normal.&#8221; So, he swore off cycling for good. Read my article in the August issue [...]]]></description>
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