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	<title>The Ivey League</title>
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	<description>They don&#039;t teach this stuff in college</description>
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		<title>For Whom the (School)Bell Tolls</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When we moved back to my hometown, I had a lot of idyllic visions of how things would be, much like my friend Kate.
Some things came true.
We take strolls around our neighborhood and nature walks or alphabet walks.
(Well, we do when it&#8217;s cooler outside.)
We swim and have lazy dinners with some of my oldest family [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/26/for-whom-the-schoolbell-tolls/</link>
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		<title>Chicago Skyline (aka I would really love your help before Friday at noon!)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A year ago today, I was dressed up and ready for my first big blogger event.
A year ago today I met Casey and Emily, and fell in love with them both immediately.
A year ago today I found out that Chicago is my new favorite city!
A year ago today I had no clue I would be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/22/chicago-skyline-aka-i-would-really-love-your-help-before-friday-at-noon/</link>
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		<title>You Capture {Black &amp; White}</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lately I&#8217;ve been missing my mojo.
My blogging mojo.
My photography mojo.
My keeping up with everything mojo.

But you guys know how much I love black and white pictures.
So when I saw that You Capture was all about b&#38;w, I couldn&#8217;t resist.
When I took Carter out to get all his school supplies we had to stop at the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/22/you-capture-black-white/</link>
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		<title>I know&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know that it&#8217;s just the pregnancy hormones.
I know that it&#8217;s why I&#8217;m tired and grumpy and weepy.
(Oh, how I hate being weepy.)
I know that it&#8217;s what is causing the headaches.
I know that it&#8217;s what is making me feel like I can&#8217;t keep up.
I know that it&#8217;s the stupid friggin&#8217; hormones that make me all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/20/i-know/</link>
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		<title>Processing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few days at the beach with my family.
A week at the beach with the teenagers from church.
A few days back at home, trying to recuperate.
And now&#8230;school is a mind-numbing 3 weeks away.
I am simultaneously thrilled and saddened that it&#8217;s so close.
I&#8217;m taking Carter school shopping today.
Just the two of us.
I have so much to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/19/processing/</link>
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		<title>Of sand dunes and tar balls&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remember last year when I admitted that I hate the beach?
Add some tar balls and you can double that.
Soon I&#8217;ll share a few days at a non-affected beach with my family&#8230;
Followed by a hormone-filled week with 11 teenagers in Florida.
I love my family.
I love those kids.
But I hate the beach.
And I really hate BP.
Also?
I&#8217;m kind [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/09/of-sand-dunes-and-tar-balls/</link>
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		<title>Project 365</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For nearly a year I have taken a picture every.single.day.
I must admit that there are some pictures that are completely void of any inspiration and I hate them.
But there are some others that I really, really love.
And there are moments that never would have been captured if I hadn&#8217;t been doing this self-imposed project.
Here are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/07/project-365/</link>
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		<title>Unexpected Moments</title>
		<description><![CDATA[An unexpected moment of still and quiet.
The air whirs and the ice maker hisses.
The dog snores lightly at my feet.
&#8220;She&#8217;s missing. I don&#8217;t know what happened.
I had the door cracked and now I can&#8217;t find her.&#8221;
The dog, not my child, thankfully.
Leaving the kids behind with my dad,
I rush to find her.
She, who would love nothing more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/07/unexpected-moments/</link>
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		<title>Peaches and Dreams</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The smell of peaches awakens my mind, brings to surface things forgotten.  Oh, the sweet, sweet smell of peaches.
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When I was growing up there was only one big business in our tiny town:  Cherokee Canning Company.  In the spring and summer they canned O&#8217;sage peaches.  And as summer led into fall, they canned pimentos.  (To [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/05/peaches-and-dream/</link>
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		<title>Dear Baby,</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was pregnant the first time and even the second time&#8230;and even the third time&#8230;I wrote letters to my babies.
It was after my miscarriage that it even crossed my mind
that this person to whom I&#8217;m writing may never see what I&#8217;m writing.
That hurt.
But when I got pregnant a fourth time, I hesitantly decided that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://theiveyleague.com/2010/07/01/dear-baby/</link>
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