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		<aboutMe>I spent most of my childhood in a tree with a book and a snack.  Since then I&apos;ve been finding ways to dismantle barbed wire in myself and others.  This softening, opening, often painful process was greatly deepened by becoming a mother.  My ambivalent relationship to faith, my expertise in psychology, and my love of art &amp;amp; pop culture are what I write about most.</aboutMe>
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			<title>My husband&apos;s sound prayers blog.</title>
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