<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: The Mom Also Rises</title>
	<atom:link href="http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/07/03/the-mom-also-rises/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/07/03/the-mom-also-rises/?utm_source=subscriber&#038;utm_medium=rss&#038;utm_campaign=rss</link>
	<description>Thoughts from what&#039;s left of my brain</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:30:04 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/07/03/the-mom-also-rises/comment-page-1/#comment-441</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 04:20:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://maternal-dementia.com/?p=1874#comment-441</guid>
		<description>I, too, have my &quot;fiesta&quot;: one week at music camp for ADULTS. No children anywhere; they all seem to pull at my heart-strings, my inner fixer-upper-put things-right urge and I leave all that behind.  One week of sleeping in my own little tent, listening to the sounds of others still awake and strumming and belting it out at the bonfire...or I am with them, dancing to the free rythyms of my soul.  7 days, 6 nights to sleep, think, focus and meander in my mind as i wish.  And adult company!  And we don&#039;t speak of children and we take classes and try out new stuff and I occasionally call home but the connections are mercilessly unreliable.  As am I, for one whole week.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I, too, have my &#8220;fiesta&#8221;: one week at music camp for ADULTS. No children anywhere; they all seem to pull at my heart-strings, my inner fixer-upper-put things-right urge and I leave all that behind.  One week of sleeping in my own little tent, listening to the sounds of others still awake and strumming and belting it out at the bonfire&#8230;or I am with them, dancing to the free rythyms of my soul.  7 days, 6 nights to sleep, think, focus and meander in my mind as i wish.  And adult company!  And we don&#8217;t speak of children and we take classes and try out new stuff and I occasionally call home but the connections are mercilessly unreliable.  As am I, for one whole week.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: Jeremy</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/07/03/the-mom-also-rises/comment-page-1/#comment-440</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeremy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 03:56:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://maternal-dementia.com/?p=1874#comment-440</guid>
		<description>Great title.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great title.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>

<!-- Dynamic Page Served (once) in 0.299 seconds -->

