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		<title>And just like that, it&#8217;s August.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have much to say and no time to say it. I am starting a project right now that&#8217;s consuming my life. It&#8217;s called the Awesome Project. I&#8217;ll have to spend a lot of time over there writing. But I will still write here because this is my secret space, my you-and-me space, my me-and-me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s in the eyes.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My father wears a bow tie and a blond crew cut. He grins at the camera. He is ten years old in 1957 Woodland Hills, California.

I picture my grandmother behind the camera. She was regal. She was flawed.
My father grins at her. He loved her so much.
I would look at this photograph growing up, seeing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>That sweet-used-to-be.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This year I left and was left by:
A plastic trash can named Momo,
Three mustaches,
An angry old lady who was my landlord,
A happy old lady who was my grandmother,
The aristocratic bar,
An orange newspaper,
A man with an eagle tattoo,
The sisters Ghosh,
A gin drinker, and
A chai drinker.
The list goes on. And I go on. Leaving, leaving.
There were stretches [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two moments and a conclusion.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Moment #1:
I hail a taxi and I pile into the back seat. I cry.
The  Ethiopian driver says, &#8220;Humans. Good thing happen. Bad thing happen.  People gotta be strong. You gotta be strong. And you gotta relax. You keep on going. Today will be a good day. And then it will be a bad [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Maybe baby.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The biological clock  is a myth. Your uterus does not suddenly start knocking on your  stomach, “Hello! Where’s my baby?” That doesn’t happen. But what does happen has been happening since preschool when all the cool kids got Twinkies  for dessert and I had apple slices: it’s peer pressure pure and simple.
I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Adelaide.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My grandmother had giant brown saucer eyes and  giant brown curls as a little girl. She never smiled in her baby photos. She just  stared at you with those big brown eyes. As a young woman, small beside the man whose hand  she would eventually hold for more than 71 years, she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Merry Excuse to Wear Green and Drink Too Much Day!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My  St. Paddy’s Day story that could very well be an urban legend, as my  sister has been known to tell me a tall tale or two:
Her friend’s friends (“really, I swear this  happened, Melissa!”) went camping in the Sierra Nevadas, as young  Californians are wont to do. Being appropriately granola-and-nuts [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;m a failure.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Please forgive me. This writing thing is new for me. I know it&#8217;s been like 872 days since I last posted. And, let&#8217;s just be honest, I&#8217;ve been kind of slacking for some time on this whole thing. But I am making a public avowal to change my errant ways and to plead my two [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://melissaisadestroyer.com/?p=564&amp;utm_source=rss&amp;utm_medium=rss&amp;utm_campaign=im-a-failure</link>
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		<title>My hallowed home.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first time I came to D.C. my parents hid Easter eggs in our hotel room. I found one in the bathtub. I was so happy the Easter bunny had been able to find us. We walked in the shadows of the monuments and everything seemed so grand.
The second time I came, I fell in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>White Christmas.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I cannot find any record of it snowing on December 25, 1987 in San Diego, California. But I know it snowed.
My grandfather was a force, loud and lovely. He would sit in an orange corduroy chair and smoke his pipe and wear flannel button-down shirts and yell about Reagan. He would make us recite Robert [...]]]></description>
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