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	<title>Freakish Accounts: Dear Diary</title>
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	<description>Dysfunctional Family Observations</description>
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		<title>Still A Stranger</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ With each passing hour, I get more protective of my time and, more precisely, how other people sometimes waste it. I do not like this from anyone but from dysfunctional family members it nearly turns me criminal. Time wasted dealing with the narcissistic, selfish meanderings of knee-jerk, neurotic control freaks is taking its toll [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2010/02/17/still-a-stranger/</link>
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		<title>The Sliding Scale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ When we&#8217;re young our thought processes don&#8217;t include much personal maintenance. Youth doesn&#8217;t have to think about eventual degradation because, for the most part, every thing&#8217;s in working order and body parts can still take a fair amount of abuse without something falling off and rolling across the floor. This is the magic of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2010/02/04/the-sliding-scale/</link>
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		<title>Stranger in a Strange Land</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ For the most part, I do not understand any families that I&#8217;m associated with. They often seem like foreign countries with agendas and a language that is, well, foreign to me.
They hide things from me that they think I shouldn&#8217;t know or create attributes for themselves that they don&#8217;t possess so that they might [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2010/01/08/stranger-in-a-strange-land/</link>
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		<title>Speak, Pal, Speak To Santa!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ By the fourth grade I should have known better. I should have known that I was going to take my lumps for hanging onto Santa Claus the way I did but, damn, I&#8217;m nothing if not dogged in my point of view and that pretty much brings up another associated problem at the time.
My [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/12/18/speak-pal-speak-to-santa/</link>
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		<title>The Raymond Primer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ Raymond, among the many middle-class families in our extended neighborhood, was very poor indeed. One look at the disheveled exterior of his house, crying out for the touch of a paint brush and a weed whacker, and you could see that not only was there little cash flow but an assumed degree of neglect.
How [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/11/26/the-raymond-primer/</link>
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		<title>Bonfire of the Families</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ When I was growing up in the &#8217;50&#8217;s and &#8217;60&#8217;s, environmental concerns weren&#8217;t on the average person&#8217;s radar and, in fact, Rachel Carlson&#8217;s ground breaking 1962 book, Silent Spring, was the only serious look at pollution and was primarily concerned with the use of poisonous chemicals, dispersed in the ground water supply.
So, when the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/11/16/bonfire-of-the-families/</link>
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		<title>Solitary Definement</title>
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After years of assessing my strengths and weaknesses, there&#8217;s no doubt I&#8217;m a highly distractable person. What would that be in today&#8217;s coded vernacular&#8230;HDP? I&#8217;m sure if I were in high school now, psychologists would be breaking it all down into a neat little prescription to be filled at the pharmacy but all it really [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/11/04/solitary-definement/</link>
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		<title>Hallowed Be Thy Haul</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ When I was at the peak of my &#8216;Trick or Treat&#8217; powers, primarily the grade school years, neighborhoods far and wide opened up like  candy dispensaries.
It wasn&#8217;t just a particular street or area that opened up its doors but every street and nearly every door. As long as you could keep walking was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/10/15/hallowed-be-thy-haul/</link>
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		<title>Death of a Salesman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ My step-dad (father #3 if you&#8217;re counting) has been in my life since 1972 and when I dare to count the years, which I often don&#8217;t, it adds up to a majority of my adult life.
On Sunday morning, May 24th, 2009, he passed away due to cancerous complications.
From the moment I met Bob I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/09/16/death-of-a-salesman/</link>
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		<title>Transcendental Test Pattern</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ In the 1950&#8217;s, unlike today, TV broadcasts had a daily shelf life and at some time in the morning, say 3am or so, after the late movie and some nebulous local half hour show no one watched, the voice-over announcer would explain that the broadcast day had concluded and would return at such and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.freaksofnurture.com/diary/2009/09/04/transcendental-test-pattern/</link>
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