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	<title>Comments on: The Book of Wow</title>
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		<title>By: Kate Hathway</title>
		<link>http://elizabethlynncasey.com/blog/2010/02/09/the-book-of-wow/#comment-2232</link>
		<dc:creator>Kate Hathway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:52:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There were a number of teachers, and my elementary school librarian, who had that type of big, but fleeting impact on me.  The one who made the brightest impression was an amazing man named Rod Meadows.  He was my 9th grade Honors History teacher, and I will always remember him as a brilliant teacher.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There were a number of teachers, and my elementary school librarian, who had that type of big, but fleeting impact on me.  The one who made the brightest impression was an amazing man named Rod Meadows.  He was my 9th grade Honors History teacher, and I will always remember him as a brilliant teacher.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:48:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a &quot;Laurie H.&quot; once, too, Lynn. Only mine came much later in life. It was the kind of friendship I treasured more than I can ever explain. Yet, after ten years, she walked out--without so much as a glance over her shoulder.  Six months later it still hurts. And I&#039;ve shed more than a few tears over something that simply wasn&#039;t right. I try to remember the good stuff--the late night talks, the travels, the happy memories. But right now it&#039;s still too painful. Maybe in time... 

And the other one was Michelle. Only Michelle left no scars behind. We had the kind of friendship that was just fun. We laughed. All the time. And then, one day, she went through something horrific and the laughter stopped in favor of hugs and support. I helped her through a tough time--as I should have. Because that&#039;s what friends do. But when she found a guy she disappeared into the sunset. For some reason, I was wise enough to see what Joe said above. I was able to realize that we came into each other&#039;s lives for a short time for a reason. To laugh. To have fun. For me to support her through an awful experience and to give her the puff of air she needed to move on. And she---well, she gave me one of the greatest gifts...she tracked down a long lost family member for me. Someone I&#039;ve been in contact with ever since.  I believe that I will see michelle again. I hope I&#039;m right.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a &#8220;Laurie H.&#8221; once, too, Lynn. Only mine came much later in life. It was the kind of friendship I treasured more than I can ever explain. Yet, after ten years, she walked out&#8211;without so much as a glance over her shoulder.  Six months later it still hurts. And I&#8217;ve shed more than a few tears over something that simply wasn&#8217;t right. I try to remember the good stuff&#8211;the late night talks, the travels, the happy memories. But right now it&#8217;s still too painful. Maybe in time&#8230; </p>
<p>And the other one was Michelle. Only Michelle left no scars behind. We had the kind of friendship that was just fun. We laughed. All the time. And then, one day, she went through something horrific and the laughter stopped in favor of hugs and support. I helped her through a tough time&#8211;as I should have. Because that&#8217;s what friends do. But when she found a guy she disappeared into the sunset. For some reason, I was wise enough to see what Joe said above. I was able to realize that we came into each other&#8217;s lives for a short time for a reason. To laugh. To have fun. For me to support her through an awful experience and to give her the puff of air she needed to move on. And she&#8212;well, she gave me one of the greatest gifts&#8230;she tracked down a long lost family member for me. Someone I&#8217;ve been in contact with ever since.  I believe that I will see michelle again. I hope I&#8217;m right.</p>
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		<title>By: Dru</title>
		<link>http://elizabethlynncasey.com/blog/2010/02/09/the-book-of-wow/#comment-2230</link>
		<dc:creator>Dru</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:25:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a friend, who passed away too soon, taught me that I can only be me and no one else.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a friend, who passed away too soon, taught me that I can only be me and no one else.</p>
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		<title>By: Joe</title>
		<link>http://elizabethlynncasey.com/blog/2010/02/09/the-book-of-wow/#comment-2228</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Many times I&#039;ve told my daughter that friendships are like seasons. They warm, they cool, and sometimes you leave them behind.

I&#039;ve been blessed in that the people closest to me haven&#039;t been taken, or chosen to leave. 

When the time comes, I hope I remember this: Life is always in motion. And you never know who&#039;s going to step around a corner, walk into a room, or invite you to coffee. As I told my daughter, sometimes people wander off, and you can&#039;t, or won&#039;t, follow. It hurts. 

But that doesn&#039;t undo all the good that came from having that person in your life.

Sounds like an awesome book. I&#039;ll put it on my TBR list.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many times I&#8217;ve told my daughter that friendships are like seasons. They warm, they cool, and sometimes you leave them behind.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been blessed in that the people closest to me haven&#8217;t been taken, or chosen to leave. </p>
<p>When the time comes, I hope I remember this: Life is always in motion. And you never know who&#8217;s going to step around a corner, walk into a room, or invite you to coffee. As I told my daughter, sometimes people wander off, and you can&#8217;t, or won&#8217;t, follow. It hurts. </p>
<p>But that doesn&#8217;t undo all the good that came from having that person in your life.</p>
<p>Sounds like an awesome book. I&#8217;ll put it on my TBR list.</p>
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		<title>By: JD Rhoades</title>
		<link>http://elizabethlynncasey.com/blog/2010/02/09/the-book-of-wow/#comment-2227</link>
		<dc:creator>JD Rhoades</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 13:46:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heh. You buried the lede, Liz. You blew right past the fact that YOUR BOOK IS IN FREAKIN&#039; WALMART OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heh. You buried the lede, Liz. You blew right past the fact that YOUR BOOK IS IN FREAKIN&#8217; WALMART OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!</p>
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		<title>By: Lynn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lynn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 13:11:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Laurie H.  She was a flute player who took me under her wing when I entered high school.  For two years she let me be part of her &#039;crew&#039;, turned me on to Tolkien and let me read her poetry.  She was amazing and I wanted to be just like her. If you read the Lord of the Rings, she even looked like Lady Gladriel, long blond hair, slender.  We even had our own Ranger -who I worshiped from afar.  When she went away to college, we kept in touch but then I lost her.  


I reached out once but she didn&#039;t respond back.  I know she taught me so much in those two years --mostly about knowing and loving myself --that I was worthy.  Lessons I promptly forgot and had to relearn.

But she was there for a while and I bless her for her kindness to a very scared little girl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Laurie H.  She was a flute player who took me under her wing when I entered high school.  For two years she let me be part of her &#8216;crew&#8217;, turned me on to Tolkien and let me read her poetry.  She was amazing and I wanted to be just like her. If you read the Lord of the Rings, she even looked like Lady Gladriel, long blond hair, slender.  We even had our own Ranger -who I worshiped from afar.  When she went away to college, we kept in touch but then I lost her.  </p>
<p>I reached out once but she didn&#8217;t respond back.  I know she taught me so much in those two years &#8211;mostly about knowing and loving myself &#8211;that I was worthy.  Lessons I promptly forgot and had to relearn.</p>
<p>But she was there for a while and I bless her for her kindness to a very scared little girl.</p>
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