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		<title>Intellect</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I used to worry about everything. Anxiety gripped me like a fist late in the night, when I wouldn&#8217;t sleep, would toss and turn with pinballing thoughts and fears. None were based in any sort of reality. I worried about money but had always had enough. I yearned for success and I&#8217;ve had quite a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/08/31/intellect/</link>
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		<title>At the Core</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All the trappings are just that: traps. All the externals are insignificant when faced with Life&#8217;s greatest meaning. The only problem is, most of us don&#8217;t even get close to glimpsing, let alone actually living in, the true meaning that is at the core. &#8220;Divinity is the core of every person.&#8221; The Eternities, Swami Parthasarathy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/08/17/at-the-core/</link>
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		<title>Just Feel It</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I read recently that one of the major problems the human race faces, at least here in immediate gratification America, is a desire to run from the valleys and seek only the hilltops. I understand this urge all too well and I also understand the writer&#8217;s assertion (sorry, I can&#8217;t remember where I read this) [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/08/13/just-feel-it/</link>
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		<title>Weekends at Peg&#8217;s</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I want to move to the country, Mommy.&#8221; Eliana, cuddled up in my bed, as we watch Hannah Montana transform into Miley Cyrus back at her grandma&#8217;s house in Tennessee. The twang deepens. The grass shines with vibrant green. A horse gallops along the most open meadow, no end in sight. I used to want [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/07/31/weekends-at-pegs/</link>
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		<title>Saturday morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s always on a Saturday morning, with the window open and an owl I can&#8217;t see but can only hear cooing his hello, that I find the time to write. Is it that the week turns into a maelstrom of to-dos and tasks? Or that, in the euphoria of the kids returning after a week [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/07/31/saturday-morning-2/</link>
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		<title>Starting Over</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Every day, we&#8217;re starting over, though most of us believe there is a thread of continuity between yesterday-that-is-finished and today-that-has-just-begun. I believe that every moment is new, uncharted, yet to be discovered. This blog post, for me, is like the very first one. A couple months ago, my blog was hacked, giving readers a warning [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/07/27/starting-over-2/</link>
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		<title>Freedom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I think we were sold a bad bill of goods on freedom when we were growing up. I think most of us thought freedom meant the ability to run crazy, run wild, do anything and everything without any repercussions or negative effects. When in truth, freedom is the ability to make choices, to have options, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/07/04/freedom/</link>
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		<title>It has been a perfect weekend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I lived in Ferndale, seemingly in another life (before I was married, before I was Orthodox, before I had kids), I read the New York Times every Sunday. I turned first to the Weddings pages and read the stories of how people found each other, how people found love. I imagined then that I would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/06/27/it-has-been-a-perfect-weekend/</link>
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		<title>Sensory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s amazing how the senses can take you back. This morning, I placed my nose close to the hot cup of Elite coffee, swirling from the spoon and lightened by milk, and suddenly, I was back in Jerusalem in 1996, spending Shabbat at Heritage House. It was a time when I didn&#8217;t mind sleeping on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/06/20/sensory-identification/</link>
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		<title>In</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The air was heavy through the open windows, held in the caress of the coming rain. It had been a perfect night, a night of quiet, a night of rapture in a book, of not being able to put it down, of not wanting to turn out the light. And when she did, she lay [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.LynneSchreiber.com/blog/2010/06/16/in-the-quiet-of-the-night/</link>
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