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		<title>Happy Annieversary to Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 01:13:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Adult Years]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Parenthood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anne mitchell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anne p. mitchell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anniversary]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[divorce]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[divorced]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[married]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Simon a. Young]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Simon Adrian young]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Simon young]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Valentines day]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wedding]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tomorrow, Valentines Day, 2012, would have been my 12th anniversary.  The 12th anniversary of my wedding to Simon Young.  Simon - the man with whom I thought I would grow old, spend the rest of my life, you know, that sort of thing.   Our wedding license reflects that Simon A. Young and Anne P. Mitchell were married on Valentines Day of 2000, in San Jose, California; a great date by any measure.  It was Simon's idea to get married on Valenines Day, which is funny when you consider that our first year together Simon tried to convince me that they don't observe Valentines Day in England (Simon is British).  Our divorce decree states that Anne P. Mitchell Young and Simon Adrian Young were divorced on March 23rd of 2011 in Boulder, Colorado.  Neither hints at what would or did come to pass in the intervening years.   I sometimes wonder how different my life would be, if I had known then what I know now.  Here's what I know for sure: I wouldn't trade the wonderful son who has been entrusted to my care for anything, not even to have been spared the heartache of the past few years.]]></description>
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		<title>Staring Down the Barrel</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Adult Years]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Frightening]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anne mitchell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anne p. mitchell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[armed robbery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fotomat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[niagara falls]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I was at a shooting range today.  I was there observing a youth safety class, and the instructor was talking about how you really don't ever want to find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun, and how it is a very frightening experience.  It is.  I know.  Because I've been t]]></description>
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		<title>Hell&#8217;s Kitchen, Here I Come</title>
		<link>http://thestoryofanneslife.com/hells-kitchen-here-i-come/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 16:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Childhood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Includes Pictures]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My mother and father met in New York City, where they both worked at the time.  My mother got pregnant with me in the hopes that it would induce my father to fall in love with her.  Her somewhat flawed logic was that he would love the baby so much, that he would love her too.   Not surprisingly, it didn't work.  Here's what happened next.]]></description>
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		<title>The Pain and Privilege of Witnessing a Natural Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Animals I Have Known and Loved]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Observations]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sad]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In the past several years, I have dealt with the deaths of far too many beloved pets.  It always hurts - hurts like hell - to say "goodbye" to a loved one.  But I have learned, the hard way, that sometimes the pain is balanced by the incredible intimacy of being allowed the privilege of being with your pet at the very end.  Of having every last second with them, and of witnessing their exit from this world.  Of being the one to be with them at that moment.]]></description>
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		<title>On Saving 3 Little Kittens</title>
		<link>http://thestoryofanneslife.com/on-saving-3-little-kittens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 05:42:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Animals I Have Known and Loved]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Childhood]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Some things have always been true about me.  These include my always having had a soft spot for animals, and my always being willing to rise to the occasion - to try to do something, <i>anything</i> - if I think that I can make a difference.  While I didn't think of it in those terms way back when, it turns out that I was this way even as a young child.  Here's an example.]]></description>
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		<title>On Being Angry and Bitter &#8211; or Not</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 04:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Observations]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anger]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Recently someone asked me <i>why</i> I wasn't angry, or bitter, about some of my experiences.    Why I'm not generally an angry or bitter person.  It was an interesting question - tantamount to "why are you the way you are?"  Here are my thoughts on the subject.]]></description>
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		<title>In the Dark in the Middle of the Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 15:19:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Childhood]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s late at night, and I&#8217;m lying in bed, crying.  I&#8217;m 6, maybe 7, years old, and I&#8217;m all alone.  
I don&#8217;t mean that there is nobody in the room.  I mean, I am all alone, by myself, in the apartment.  The apartment belongs to one of my father&#8217;s best friends, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In the Beginning</title>
		<link>http://thestoryofanneslife.com/in-the-beginning/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 07:17:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Observations]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[As I mention in the page <a href="http://thestoryofanneslife.com/about/">About the Story of Anne's Life</a>, I'm writing the story of my life here because I have been asked by many people to write the story of my life, and encouraged by many more others.  Of course, having family and friends has been the most compelling reason - most particularly my daughter, the wonderful and beauteous <a href="http://www.fabshows.org" target="_blank">Jessica</a>.]]></description>
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