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	<title>Comments on: Sometimes, There Are Too Many Valentines &amp; Not Enough Love</title>
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		<title>By: Deep Muck Big Rake &#187; Love</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1134</link>
		<dc:creator>Deep Muck Big Rake &#187; Love</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:19:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] it takes someone else&#8217;s words to express how you feel. I don&#8217;t want to be loved just because I am a sister, a mother, an old friend, or a known [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] it takes someone else&#8217;s words to express how you feel. I don&#8217;t want to be loved just because I am a sister, a mother, an old friend, or a known [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Becky</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1133</link>
		<dc:creator>Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 17:59:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my god. Do you know me? Your words speak to me like you do. Thank you.
.-= Becky´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://deepmuckbigrake.com/2010/02/28/books-home/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Books: Home&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my god. Do you know me? Your words speak to me like you do. Thank you.<br />
<span class="cluv"> Becky´s last blog ..<a href="http://deepmuckbigrake.com/2010/02/28/books-home/" rel="nofollow">Books: Home</a> <span class="heart_tip_box"><img class="heart_tip" alt="My ComLuv Profile" border="0" width="16" height="14" src="http://www.findingmyamerica.com/wp-content/plugins/commentluv/images/littleheart.gif"/></span></span></p>
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		<title>By: Monica</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1028</link>
		<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:46:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh good god, where are the old posts? Shit. (Can I say that here in this fancy fancy blog?) Please don&#039;t tell me they&#039;re no longer accessible? Because I was looking for the first post of yours I read, and it was all about being too sensitive and feeling too much (or being told so) - which was when I wrote to you and we realized we were &quot;somewhat twins&quot;? I miss you.
.-= Monica´s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://singinginmysoul.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/02/imagine-me.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Imagine Me&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh good god, where are the old posts? Shit. (Can I say that here in this fancy fancy blog?) Please don&#8217;t tell me they&#8217;re no longer accessible? Because I was looking for the first post of yours I read, and it was all about being too sensitive and feeling too much (or being told so) &#8211; which was when I wrote to you and we realized we were &#8220;somewhat twins&#8221;? I miss you.<br />
<span class="cluv"> Monica´s last blog ..<a href="http://singinginmysoul.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/02/imagine-me.html" rel="nofollow">Imagine Me</a> <span class="heart_tip_box"><img class="heart_tip" alt="My ComLuv Profile" border="0" width="16" height="14" src="http://www.findingmyamerica.com/wp-content/plugins/commentluv/images/littleheart.gif"/></span></span></p>
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		<title>By: Dan @ JYIS</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1023</link>
		<dc:creator>Dan @ JYIS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 05:27:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awesome post, Jane.

I know the term &quot;mommy blogger&quot; makes a lot of women who are mothers bristle, being piled into a usually derogatory box and placed on a shelf.  And yeah, there are hu,ge numbers of blogs and bloggers that suck.  Moms included.  But their message, their battles, their strength and fortitude and sacrifice in the setting of diminishing love or care is both heartbreaking and inspiring.  Makes me wish I could grab some of the women like you describe here and just squeeze away all their hurt and pain in a single embrace.

But I can&#039;t.

So my heart stays broken a little.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awesome post, Jane.</p>
<p>I know the term &#8220;mommy blogger&#8221; makes a lot of women who are mothers bristle, being piled into a usually derogatory box and placed on a shelf.  And yeah, there are hu,ge numbers of blogs and bloggers that suck.  Moms included.  But their message, their battles, their strength and fortitude and sacrifice in the setting of diminishing love or care is both heartbreaking and inspiring.  Makes me wish I could grab some of the women like you describe here and just squeeze away all their hurt and pain in a single embrace.</p>
<p>But I can&#8217;t.</p>
<p>So my heart stays broken a little.</p>
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		<title>By: jeanne</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1014</link>
		<dc:creator>jeanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:46:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That reached the heartlight. Thanks. Again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That reached the heartlight. Thanks. Again.</p>
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		<title>By: Anne</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1011</link>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 22:28:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What is &quot;too sensitive&quot; and who gets to make that determination?  I have heard that said and may have said it myself at times without really thinking about what it means.   I have known people that can profess to &quot;love fully&quot;, but never allow the same to be given and received.  Is that really loving?  I have done a lot of &quot;self&quot; work over the last 4 years and understand that allowing myself to be vulnerable is an important part of giving and sharing in loving relationships.  Has it always worked out?  No, but I have remained in that space of possibility and believe that it has enhanced most of the relationships in my life.   I think I am worthy and will accept nothing else, not negative words or actions.  I choose to surround myself with those that are a part of filling my reservoir and I theirs.  Why choose anything else?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What is &#8220;too sensitive&#8221; and who gets to make that determination?  I have heard that said and may have said it myself at times without really thinking about what it means.   I have known people that can profess to &#8220;love fully&#8221;, but never allow the same to be given and received.  Is that really loving?  I have done a lot of &#8220;self&#8221; work over the last 4 years and understand that allowing myself to be vulnerable is an important part of giving and sharing in loving relationships.  Has it always worked out?  No, but I have remained in that space of possibility and believe that it has enhanced most of the relationships in my life.   I think I am worthy and will accept nothing else, not negative words or actions.  I choose to surround myself with those that are a part of filling my reservoir and I theirs.  Why choose anything else?</p>
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		<title>By: Rosanna Enns Krahn</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1008</link>
		<dc:creator>Rosanna Enns Krahn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 13:52:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Guess I have not left a comment for some time now. That does not mean that I have not been here reading your words, Jane.  Because I have, sometimes I read a particular writing more than once.  You certainly have a gift for putting down your thoughts.  I particularly love this article.  I can identify with so many of the issues you so eloquently describe.  I too have had a &quot;Deborah&quot; in my life, and felt very much the same way about her.  I had a wonderful childhood with loving, marvelous parents, but even that does not always prepare one for different situations that life sends your way.  I have also been called &quot;far too sensitive&quot; numerous times in my life by friends and co-workers, never too sure whether they meant that in a positive or negative way. 
But life goes on and one learns to deal with these issues, in one way or another.  Sometimes wish I had the knowledge (and also the time) to be able to write the way you do.  It would probably be therapeutic for me.  Love you Jane, and your writings.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Guess I have not left a comment for some time now. That does not mean that I have not been here reading your words, Jane.  Because I have, sometimes I read a particular writing more than once.  You certainly have a gift for putting down your thoughts.  I particularly love this article.  I can identify with so many of the issues you so eloquently describe.  I too have had a &#8220;Deborah&#8221; in my life, and felt very much the same way about her.  I had a wonderful childhood with loving, marvelous parents, but even that does not always prepare one for different situations that life sends your way.  I have also been called &#8220;far too sensitive&#8221; numerous times in my life by friends and co-workers, never too sure whether they meant that in a positive or negative way.<br />
But life goes on and one learns to deal with these issues, in one way or another.  Sometimes wish I had the knowledge (and also the time) to be able to write the way you do.  It would probably be therapeutic for me.  Love you Jane, and your writings.</p>
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		<title>By: free fringes &#187; Blog Archive &#187; fringe friday fellowship</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1007</link>
		<dc:creator>free fringes &#187; Blog Archive &#187; fringe friday fellowship</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 06:11:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Devin wrote an extremely moving piece on Valentine’s Day and its compulsory traditions, how we’ve come to interpret this one day of [...]</description>
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		<title>By: thefloydster</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1004</link>
		<dc:creator>thefloydster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 19:02:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A thought-provoking, intelligent, masterfully crafted bit of writing. Thank you for sharing it with us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A thought-provoking, intelligent, masterfully crafted bit of writing. Thank you for sharing it with us.</p>
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		<title>By: Roddee</title>
		<link>http://www.findingmyamerica.com/?p=472&#038;cpage=1#comment-1002</link>
		<dc:creator>Roddee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:02:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love.. It is desired, sought after, grasped, neglected, abused,cherished,ignored,inspired, Philosophized, psychoanalyzed...For good reason it only is.
..all of our paths are steps we take within our own souls reach. Maybe the only true meaning to this life. We can learn from others. We can share to others. But IMO our love is singular to each. When I say I love you Jane Devin. It is because I think you are worthy. 
Thank you GM and Verizon for having the insight to sponsor the thoughts of truly a remarkable person.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love.. It is desired, sought after, grasped, neglected, abused,cherished,ignored,inspired, Philosophized, psychoanalyzed&#8230;For good reason it only is.<br />
..all of our paths are steps we take within our own souls reach. Maybe the only true meaning to this life. We can learn from others. We can share to others. But IMO our love is singular to each. When I say I love you Jane Devin. It is because I think you are worthy.<br />
Thank you GM and Verizon for having the insight to sponsor the thoughts of truly a remarkable person.</p>
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