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	<title>Howlings &#187; mother</title>
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		<title>Chapter Three &#8211; The Voice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 19:13:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">May 1971, Lory State Park, Northampton, Massachusetts. Preparing for a cartwheel, I&#39;m wearing the &#34;$27 bathing suit.&#34;</p>
<p>Before leaving for his dormitory, I couldn’t resist trying on the unfinished bathing suit. I was already wearing my favorite — and only — bathing suit under my jeans, from which I had made a pattern for this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter One &#8211; Revere Beach</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">at Revere Beach</p>
<p>We grew up in a city eight miles north of Boston on the ocean, a town built around a natural crescent of coastline which followed the ocean’s curve into an inlet under an arm of land called Lynn, in its cupped palm, a town called Nahant. From Revere Beach we could see [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prelude: Miss American Pie</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:19:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">Sweet sixteen in &#39;67, Saranac Lake, NY</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In 1968, at 16, I was a “fox.” With my All-American-Girl looks and bedroom-blue eyes I wanted to be the Marilyn Monroe of my neighborhood. Or maybe, Goldie Hawn with a bosom. Or perhaps Miss America, only short. I could picture myself walking the dais in [...]]]></description>
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