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	<description>Old School Meets New School Meets Open School</description>
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		<title>THE MANDATE TO WRITE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Write.
I think one of the prophets starts that way.  God says, “write,” and Ezekiel responds, “What shall I write?”  God gives him a vision and he writes it down.  I always thought Ezekiel was pretty scary, except in the Tennesee Ernie Ford song version of it.  That song would make a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/07/the-mandate-to-write/</link>
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		<title>A random post about where I was this morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m looking at the people sitting in the McDonalds on Cuming at 24th Street.  Black people, brown people, white people, old and young. Teenagers, families, people like me who come in by themselves.  Around lunchtime, and morning coffee break time, work crews from the construction constantly going on in the area, or in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/05/a-random-post-about-where-i-was-this-morning/</link>
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		<title>Where do extroverts go when it rains?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Where do extroverts go when it rains?
Well, I guess the flippant answer would be, “If you’re Gene Kelley or Debbie Reynolds, you go Singing in the Rain.”
So (starting again), where do extroverts go when it rains, if they don’t want to get wet and they aren’t on a movie set?
I ask this question both to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/05/where-do-extroverts-go-when-it-rains/</link>
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		<title>Tom Jr.&#8217;s Treasures:  A Story about My Dad</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Daddy loved to measure things.  Anything.  Everything.  I’m sure I always knew that on some level, but it never hit me with such certitude as when my brother and I were sorting and packing the contents of the house where we grew up.   I spent most of last summer in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/03/tom-jrs-treasures-a-story-about-my-dad/</link>
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		<title>Rejecting Serenity:  Thoughts for Black History Month</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
So reads what is known universally as “The Serenity Prayer” as it is used in 12-step groups all over the world.  So wrote Reinhold Niebuhr, or so the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/02/rejecting-serenity-thoughts-for-black-history-month/</link>
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		<title>My nickel&#8217;s worth of economic analysis</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I make no claim to understand economics.  None whatsoever.  Never took a course in it, have no &#8220;investments&#8221; other than the Pension Fund and the Credit Union accounts, and have no idea what &#8220;retirement&#8221; would even look like.
But I&#8217;ve been doing some thinking, since watching the Super Bowl ads on Sunday and thinking [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/02/my-nickels-worth-of-economic-analysis/</link>
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		<title>Death of the Hired Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday evening as cold as tonight is, I answered the phone, seeing an unfamiliar number on the caller i.d., and heard a man ask if I was Dr. Pamela Owens.  I said yes, and was surprised, but not as surprised as I might have expected, when he identified [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/01/death-of-the-hired-man/</link>
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		<title>Reflections</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I found this blog item in my documents folder &#8212; I can&#8217;t quite figure out if I ever posted it.  In the melancholiat at coming to the end of a momentous 2008, personally and for the world, I was feeling rather down, feeling the house too quiet after the holiday bustle of family and a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2009/01/reflections/</link>
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		<title>Yes, I know the election is over!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been busy and not blogging, but &#8220;YES,&#8221; I am thrilled with the outcome of the election nationally, even if we didn&#8217;t get a new congressman or another Democratic senator from Nebraska.  But we did make history with getting the first ever single electoral vote from a state that can split its vote.  We [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2008/11/yes-i-know-the-election-is-over/</link>
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		<title>Live from watching the Final 2008 Debate, stuck in Tyler, Texas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well, here I am in Tyler, Texas, in the coffee shop of my mom&#8217;s retirement home.  Not a particularly exciting place to watch a debate!  And I&#8217;ve already bummed her out by my up-front witnessing to the good news of the Democratic Party in public wherever we go.  How come it&#8217;s ok to witness to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.pamelajeanowens.org/2008/10/live-from-watching-the-final-2008-debate-stuck-in-tyler-texas/</link>
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