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		<title>Bite Me!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 06:29:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[bullying]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Collection Agencies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[debt resolution]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[intimidation]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Collection agencies suck. I recently received one of those warm and fuzzy notices from my monthly credit monitoring service. It went something like this: “Dear deadbeat, you have been badly maligned by an inconspicuous collection agency that says you dodged &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/bite-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>A tribute to Mom</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 15:05:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[dedication]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[sacrifice]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The other day, a man yelled from his car window “you mother *&#38;%*” as he waved his finger at me. I just smiled. It’s good to be somebody’s mother. Where would the world be without us? I agree that we &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/a-tribute-to-moms-everywhere/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The art of embarrassment</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 21:48:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bravery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conquering fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[coping women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[embarrassment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humiliation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[life achievements]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[We all make fools of ourselves every so often. Speaking for myself, it’s ‘more often’ than ‘every so’. It would be fair to say; I’ve made it an art form. Misjudgments, mistakes and sheer stupidity account for many of my &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/th-art-of-embarrassment/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>If you&#8217;ve got something to say &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 19:57:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[anger]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[communication]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[silence is NOT golden]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Unzip and spit it out. There are few things more damaging to any relationship than silence. That’s a fact. Keeping things in has never been a problem I’ve had to deal with (a blessing and a curse). I wear my &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/if-youve-got-something-to-say/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Right is Might</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 19:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[arrogance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[confidence]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happily ever after]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[relationshjips]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the need to be right]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Or so they say. I’ve spent the better part of a lifetime thinking that being right would render the ultimate satisfaction. I know what you’re thinking; what a pompous patootie! As it turns out I was right far more often &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/right-is-might/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Life can get pretty squirrelly</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 03:24:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Someone is in the attic. He’s loud, noisy and an early riser. He’s also uninvited. No, it’s not Uncle Al; it’s a resident squirrel. A little over two weeks ago, we were awakened before sunrise by a loud thumping and &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/life-can-get-pretty-squirrelly/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The proof is in the pudding</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 02:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deceit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[humiliation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nakedness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[perfection]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self esteem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self loathing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soap]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Or in my case, a bar of soap. Not too long ago, I slipped on a bar of soap and broke my foot. Little did I know how much that bar of soap would teach me. The day it happened, &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/the-proof-is-in-the-pudding/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The greatest virtue of all is &#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 16:33:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[charity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[courage]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[justice]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, I’m not sure; but if we had to choose from life’s virtues, which would prove to be the most valuable? I’m usually uncontrollably humorous in my posts. It’s generally something I can’t help; it’s a blessing and a curse. &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/the-greatest-virtue-of-all-is/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>So you want to be a writer when you grow up?</title>
		<link>http://WittyWomanWriting.com/so-you-want-to-be-a-writer-when-you-grow-up/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 17:44:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[2012 writers extravaganza]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[google+]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[video promotion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wanna be writer]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yeah, me too. Wow, there must be something special in the air for you to hear from me twice in one week….and there is. I want to send a shout out to my readers about two awesome things that are &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/so-you-want-to-be-a-writer-when-you-grow-up/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Death by Bacon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 06:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tammy</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death by bacon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[health risks]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[After reading a recent study in the Los Angeles Times, I’m petrified. I love my In-N-Out and Tommy’s burger fix, my Rosie’s rib night, and my steak at Morton’s. Few things sound better for breakfast than my favorite BLT. Clearly, &#8230; <a href="http://WittyWomanWriting.com/death-by-bacon/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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