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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Further Considerations</description><title>Not Your Mother's Morals</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @notyourmothersmorals)</generator><link>http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/</link><item><title>Space, the Weight of Waiting</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I need a space. Free of incessant comment and bereft of any sense of relevance. A completely commentless, irrelevant space. Just to think for a while &amp;#8212; long thoughts and short thoughts and thoughts that can&amp;#8217;t live anywhere else but in my head and, now, here in this space.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something is about to happen. That&amp;#8217;s an understatement of course. Just a few weeks away from an impending, life changing, this-makes-everything-else-seem-meaningless birth of a baby. But in the weeks and days and hours and minutes past midnight on a Tuesday night that lie between there and here, I&amp;#8217;m not sure what do with myself. But wait. And wait. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Waiting is not really my thing. But I&amp;#8217;m learning. And it needs to be. And it will be until the wait is over and the wait begins again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, my head hurts for need of this space &amp;#8212; to free it of the weight of waiting.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/post/44690090532</link><guid>http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/post/44690090532</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 00:48:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Book info moved here.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Book info moved &lt;a href="http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/the-book"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/post/39985929377</link><guid>http://www.notyourmothersmorals.com/post/39985929377</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2013 22:43:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
