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		<title>To Menininho, From Grampa Gary</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Writing for Mama Kat&#8217;s Writers&#8217; Workshop prompt #1 (except instead of the letter being to me, it&#8217;s to my son). Dear Menininho, Grampa Gary here, your mom&#8217;s dad.  First of all, let me say, I love your name. It’s the &#8230; <a href="http://marfmom.com/archives/1796">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since having Menininho, Valentine’s Day has become much less of a big deal in our house. Pre-baby, we’d get dressed up and go out for an Italian meal (and for Brasilian food on our anniversary, to celebrate our heritages). This &#8230; <a href="http://marfmom.com/archives/1695">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[This week I’m answering the MamaKat’s prompt #5: Describe a moment you felt embarrassed by your parents I think a more apt prompt would be “When WEREN’T you embarrassed by your parents?” My mother is not usually one to over-share &#8230; <a href="http://marfmom.com/archives/1320">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Piece of Cake</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think I was 9 that summer. My parents bought a fake hammock (you know, one of those that comes on a stand) for our front porch and I was content to spend hours on it reading. My 7-year-old brother &#8230; <a href="http://marfmom.com/archives/1292">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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