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		<title>Homeless but Not Friendless</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If you have been following the adventures of Brianna Karp in homelessness, joblessness and family dysfunction, you know it doesn’t take much to tip a person into a world of few resources. Just over a year ago, Brianna was about to be without a regular home due to family issues and a layoff. She lived [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.onmywaythrough.com/2010/02/27/homeless-but-not-friendless/</link>
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		<title>While Still We Live: Facets of Freedom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday’s Independence Day celebrations here in the United States have me thinking about freedom and its many forms. In that context I can’t help but think of one of my favorite books, While Still We Live, written by Helen MacInnes. The phrase is taken from the first lines of the national anthem of Poland. I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.onmywaythrough.com/2009/07/05/while-still-we-live-facets-of-freedom/</link>
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		<title>Foreign Correspondence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I saw this book listed on one of my usual book sites, I was immediately attracted to it. Geraldine Brooks grew up in Australia, with a Californian father and an Australian (half Dutch and half Irish) mother. I grew up in the highland jungle area of Peru, with Texan parents of Scots-Irish and, in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.onmywaythrough.com/2009/04/04/foreign-correspondence/</link>
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		<title>Gurrumul’s Music Brings Tears</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I cried today. I followed a link for a folk musician I had not heard of before, and as soon as the first few notes of a song (his voice and guitar) started playing on his web site, the tears sprang up. I could not understand a word this man was singing, but my reaction [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.onmywaythrough.com/2009/03/08/gurrumuls-music-brings-tears/</link>
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		<title>I Love Old Things</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lately I have been involved in a project of scanning old letters from my parents’ attic and other storage places, to add to our family history knowledge. These concern my father’s family, and I have been able to find all kinds of bits and pieces of information about my great-grandparents, great aunts and uncles and grandparents.

The house my parents live in was built by my grandfather years ago, and many other old family things are in the attic and other parts of the house. My dad has recently become interested in divesting himself of some of the old books and ephemera he and his father collected and saved over the years, and I have been pondering on the best way to do that. I’ve come up with several ideas, but in the process I have been reminded of a poem I love dearly.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.onmywaythrough.com/2009/02/21/i-love-old-things/</link>
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