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	<title>Comments on: The Rabbi, My Mother and the Bag of Crap</title>
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		<title>By: Teresa Strasser</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-10455</link>
		<dc:creator>Teresa Strasser</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 16:36:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t even know what &quot;up-cycling&quot; trash into flower pots entails, but I already know I would feel &quot;less than&quot; any mom who does it.
Thanks so much for your note -
T</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t even know what &#8220;up-cycling&#8221; trash into flower pots entails, but I already know I would feel &#8220;less than&#8221; any mom who does it.<br />
Thanks so much for your note -<br />
T</p>
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		<title>By: Diana</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-10440</link>
		<dc:creator>Diana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 19:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love reading your blog, I relate so fundamentally I would be creepy and stalker-ish in my need to FINALLY have someone who can iterate how I feel...if I wasn&#039;t so lazy. I&#039;m also from Bucks County where we dance on clouds of spun sugar after group sessions talking about our feelings, so it&#039;s sometimes hard to discuss these things with other moms I know between their homemade baby food making and their up-cycling trash into flower pots.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love reading your blog, I relate so fundamentally I would be creepy and stalker-ish in my need to FINALLY have someone who can iterate how I feel&#8230;if I wasn&#8217;t so lazy. I&#8217;m also from Bucks County where we dance on clouds of spun sugar after group sessions talking about our feelings, so it&#8217;s sometimes hard to discuss these things with other moms I know between their homemade baby food making and their up-cycling trash into flower pots.</p>
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		<title>By: Deborah</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-10399</link>
		<dc:creator>Deborah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 17:11:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I feel more badly for tour son getting his penis cut than for your poor childhood with your mom.  Poor kid.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I feel more badly for tour son getting his penis cut than for your poor childhood with your mom.  Poor kid.</p>
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		<title>By: Ashley Williams</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-9590</link>
		<dc:creator>Ashley Williams</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:36:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Loved this post. It actually makes me feel a little more accepting of my own mother-daughter situation. I don&#039;t have my own children yet, but when I do I&#039;ll be task with my own higher level of forgiveness crap. 

Miss you on Corolla but I&#039;m glad you can continue to inspire here...many thanks!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved this post. It actually makes me feel a little more accepting of my own mother-daughter situation. I don&#8217;t have my own children yet, but when I do I&#8217;ll be task with my own higher level of forgiveness crap. </p>
<p>Miss you on Corolla but I&#8217;m glad you can continue to inspire here&#8230;many thanks!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Fanny Rothman</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-8646</link>
		<dc:creator>Fanny Rothman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 10:01:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OMG. This is exactly my story except I have not just a screwed up mom but also a way-to-screwed- up for-his-own-good dad! Am I lucky or waht?? And my fear of messing up my son keeps me awake at night. I know the feeling of &quot;forget about the past&quot; for your kid. Very hard but I would die for my child so I have to forgive this people! Thank you for your honesty

Sincerely,
Fanny</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OMG. This is exactly my story except I have not just a screwed up mom but also a way-to-screwed- up for-his-own-good dad! Am I lucky or waht?? And my fear of messing up my son keeps me awake at night. I know the feeling of &#8220;forget about the past&#8221; for your kid. Very hard but I would die for my child so I have to forgive this people! Thank you for your honesty</p>
<p>Sincerely,<br />
Fanny</p>
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		<title>By: P Robertson</title>
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		<dc:creator>P Robertson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 03:06:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Teresa,

Loved the story.  Only wish m own son felt the way you did.  That WE may not get along, but I AM the grandmother.  My granddaughter was 9/13/10 and I have yet to see her or even a picture of her.   Bless you for not making your son go through life without his Grandma.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Teresa,</p>
<p>Loved the story.  Only wish m own son felt the way you did.  That WE may not get along, but I AM the grandmother.  My granddaughter was 9/13/10 and I have yet to see her or even a picture of her.   Bless you for not making your son go through life without his Grandma.</p>
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		<title>By: Kathy Struble</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathy Struble</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 00:04:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings.
Uplifting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings.<br />
Uplifting.</p>
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		<title>By: Greta</title>
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		<dc:creator>Greta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 03:14:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful and funny story! Thanks for sharing :)

My sister has a similar story regarding a toilet and a bag.  When she was in her early twenties she moved into her first place with a friend.  When they tried to flush the toilet on their first night in the house, they discovered it wasn&#039;t working properly.  They called a plumber and he told them he could be out the following afternoon.  The next morning, my sister had to go &quot;number two&quot; and was frantically trying to come up with some sort of solution.  Eventually her roommate suggested hanging a plastic bag inside the toilet seat and then disposing of the bag in the trash when she was done.  This worked well until my sister was standing in her front yard, bag in hand and her new next door neighbor walked over to introduce himself!  He was a chatty guy and carried on quiet a conversation before my sister was finally able to make it to the garbage can! She called me shortly thereafter to tell me &quot;I just met my new neighbor, and I was holding a bag of my own poop!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful and funny story! Thanks for sharing <img src='http://teresastrasser.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>My sister has a similar story regarding a toilet and a bag.  When she was in her early twenties she moved into her first place with a friend.  When they tried to flush the toilet on their first night in the house, they discovered it wasn&#8217;t working properly.  They called a plumber and he told them he could be out the following afternoon.  The next morning, my sister had to go &#8220;number two&#8221; and was frantically trying to come up with some sort of solution.  Eventually her roommate suggested hanging a plastic bag inside the toilet seat and then disposing of the bag in the trash when she was done.  This worked well until my sister was standing in her front yard, bag in hand and her new next door neighbor walked over to introduce himself!  He was a chatty guy and carried on quiet a conversation before my sister was finally able to make it to the garbage can! She called me shortly thereafter to tell me &#8220;I just met my new neighbor, and I was holding a bag of my own poop!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: LisaL</title>
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		<dc:creator>LisaL</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 19:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Loved this...Laughed so hard.  Can&#039;t wait to read more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved this&#8230;Laughed so hard.  Can&#8217;t wait to read more.</p>
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		<title>By: Tyler Mowbray</title>
		<link>http://teresastrasser.com/blog/2009/10/the-rabbi-my-mother-and-the-bag-of-crap/comment-page-4/#comment-7649</link>
		<dc:creator>Tyler Mowbray</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 15:41:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>yeah,I just thought you might wish to realize that your blog is messed up when you view it on my iphone. I?m not sure if it has some thing to complete with my phone?s browser or your internet site? just stating...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>yeah,I just thought you might wish to realize that your blog is messed up when you view it on my iphone. I?m not sure if it has some thing to complete with my phone?s browser or your internet site? just stating&#8230;</p>
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