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		<title>Something To Think About . . .</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Is it possible to have no regrets?  Does everything in life have a purpose?  What makes something beautiful?

These are just a few questions—ones off the back cover, actually—from a nifty little book I picked up a few years ago called CONSIDER THIS . . . Questions That Make You Think by Barbara Ann [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=391</link>
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		<title>Age and Wisdom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’ve always liked to think that as I grow older, I will learn important truths about how best to live, about what’s truly valuable, beautiful, worthy to pursue, etc . . . Unfortunately, though, while aging is a given, my hopeful equation, years = wisdom and altruism, is not. 
A recent online news story about [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=389</link>
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		<title>A New Year . . . At Last</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The just-finished first month of 2010 was weird for me.  Usually I’m the kind of person who, while excited to ring in a new year, feels nostalgic for the year past and laments the fast passage of time.  This year I wished I was sad to see 2009 go, but I wasn’t.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=386</link>
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		<title>Merry Memories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I love to peruse and admire the “new” looks of Christmas in storefront windows and aisles every year, but I rarely buy anything decorating-wise anymore.  In the first years of my married life, it was our tradition to buy one holiday decoration every Christmas. 
The first year, pre-kids, we purchased an inexpensive box of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=384</link>
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		<title>November Nesting &#8211; Make a warm drink, grab a book, settle in . . .</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The snow is coming and accompanying it, with any luck, is some truly nasty weather.  Why the ill sounding wish?  Wet, white and wind create the perfect excuse (as if you need one!) to do nothing but snuggle into the couch with a book.  
If you aren’t nodding your head excitedly at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=340</link>
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		<title>Falling Back</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Falling Back
In autumn time is jumbled—fast-forwarded, yet simultaneously slowed.  Maybe it’s the way the leaves change colour seemingly every hour, definitely day by day.  Or the way the mornings feel like winter, bright afternoons like summer, and evenings like the season it is.  Maybe it’s that returning to schedules makes everything feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=337</link>
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		<title>Pen Caving</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes in the middle of a moment or event, I find myself slightly removed, watching with my psychic pen in hand, wondering even as I experience something how I will write about it.
This strange, constantly penning side of my brain often draws parallels between adventures I’m having and my writing life.  One of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=327</link>
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		<title>August Already</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Aw, 10:00 p.m. and it’s dark.  Already.   At the end of June, July and August stretch out like suntanned limbs and the days ahead feel like they’ll never fade.  But they always do—and so quickly.  Like dark chocolate, summer is bittersweet: delicious, then gone. 
Right now my house is full [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=309</link>
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		<title>Apple Boxes</title>
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When I was little, my family and I spent a year living in Vancouver.  I’m surprised by the vivid memories of that short time—it made quite an impression, quite possibly because I didn’t hate it.  I shared a miniscule L-shaped bedroom with my brother and my sister in an ancient, tiny house in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=305</link>
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		<title>Grass Stained</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First published in The Terrace Standard, June 24, 2009
I was driving my daughter’s boyfriend home the other day, when I was struck by wonderful take-me-back sight.  He lives in a freshly built house, in an area that’s seen a lot of recent development. The object of my, “Oh, I love those!” was a large [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://evbishop.com/?p=280</link>
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