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		<title>Shiny Shoes</title>
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Thirty minutes before my flight began boarding I glanced down at my scuffed-up brown  knee high boots, noticing the raggedy nicks and weathered scuffs under the terminal’s harsh light. A beacon of sorts, when I looked up there he was – the shoeshine man, beckoning me.
Research indicates that a proper shoeshine requires 30 minutes per [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Can&#8217;t Stop Talking About the Baby</title>
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At first, I tried to curb it. I tried to shut my mouth, to resist the temptation, determined not to become one of those kind of people. Before I knew it, I slipped. I figure I could limit it to friends with them.
It&#8217;s this thing with Kids. I didn’t want to become the kind of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Remembering Liberty: My grandfather 65 years after Auschwitz</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It’s January 23, 2010.  In a few short minutes, I will call my grandfather to congratulate him. I imagine he will come to the phone, in a loud voice, he will say “Hello,” emphasizing the second syllable with his German accent. Then, when he hears my voice, he will exclaim, “Little Klooney,” his pet name [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Baby Talk and Growing Pains</title>
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They say there is no love like a mother’s, and yet, the notion that I would be so attached and intimately intertwined to a little, itty-bitty tiny baby, was not immediate. At some point in my pregnancy I wondered if I was lacking because I didn’t have the mushy mama noises down. In fact, somewhere [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;ve Never Been to Haiti, but Katherine Dunham took me there</title>
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I&#8217;ve never been to Haiti, but someday I hope to make it there. Despite the horrific images left in the wake of the 7.0 earthquake, and the inconceivable loss of life, Haiti will endure. At least, what I&#8217;ve learned about Haitian culture, leads me to believe so.
Most of what I know of Haiti, I&#8217;ve learned [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Baby Meets the Friendly Skies</title>
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My kid was 3000 miles away from me and I was okay with it. I mean, I knew he was in good hands with his papa — two peas in a pod, both who laugh with their mouths wide open, eyes twinkling with mischief and cleft chin cutting a sharp profile. It was their first [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Chaperone</title>
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We don’t speak the same language, but we understand each other. Baby boy has a formidable handle on gurgles and oohs and ahhs that leave us with the acute impression that he know exactly what he means &#8211; a man of obtuse words. He is quite articulate and prolific in his discourse. With each passing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Middle East in the Midwest Part I: A Small Town View of The Global Politics of Trauma</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When you tell people that you grew up in Michigan, most do not judge you to be a person of worldly knowledge.
As I watch countless news reports of the failed terrorist attack by a Nigerian man cutting to a video clip of passengers disembarking at Detroit Metro Airport, it strikes me as curious that most [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tamarawarren.com/blog/?p=75</link>
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		<title>Baby Talk</title>
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At first, I tried to curb it. I tried to shut my mouth, to resist the temptation, determined not to become one of those kind of people. Before I knew it, I slipped. I figure I could limit it to friends with them. Kids. I didn’t want to become the kind of woman who can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tamarawarren.com/blog/?p=68</link>
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		<title>Women in Hip-Hop: Ladies First (But Be Patient &amp; Take a Number)</title>
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Jean Grae courtesy of @JeanGreasy


My all time favorite studio moment happened in a dark Durham cavern, watching Jean Grae flip verses in the booth with producer 9th Wonder at the controls. What I saw that day was declared &#8220;off the record,&#8221; and to my knowledge, remains unreleased, but rest assured, genius isn&#8217;t the half of [...]]]></description>
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