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		<title>By: Ali</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1718</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ali]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:52:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bravo to you! for raising such a strong, beautiful daughter.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bravo to you! for raising such a strong, beautiful daughter.</p>
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		<title>By: Sherry Carr-Smith</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1673</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sherry Carr-Smith]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:50:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What an amazing person your daughter already is. And what the hell was going on in Alyssa&#039;s young life to not only make her treat others that way, but give her the language to do it? Sad.

Sherry]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What an amazing person your daughter already is. And what the hell was going on in Alyssa&#8217;s young life to not only make her treat others that way, but give her the language to do it? Sad.</p>
<p>Sherry</p>
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		<title>By: Octopusgrabbus</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1670</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 22:30:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That Alyssa girl needs some serious therapy. There are mean things you can say -- not that you should -- without having said that.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That Alyssa girl needs some serious therapy. There are mean things you can say &#8212; not that you should &#8212; without having said that.</p>
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		<title>By: Sandra McKenzie</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1669</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sandra McKenzie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:05:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey Dawn, have I told you lately how much I love your blog? (And now your daughter). I can soooo relate to the &quot;mean girl&quot; bullying. My worst bullying incident happened in high school - and it was a guy. He seemed to hate most of the girls in school, but for me he reserved an especially mean type of hatred. Don&#039;t know what set him off - do know that I regret, to this day, not having the guts to call him on his nastiness. And I certainly don&#039;t have your daughter&#039;s largeness of spirit, so haven&#039;t forgiven him (and likely never will) for making my adolescence more of a living hell than it absolutely had to be.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Dawn, have I told you lately how much I love your blog? (And now your daughter). I can soooo relate to the &#8220;mean girl&#8221; bullying. My worst bullying incident happened in high school &#8211; and it was a guy. He seemed to hate most of the girls in school, but for me he reserved an especially mean type of hatred. Don&#8217;t know what set him off &#8211; do know that I regret, to this day, not having the guts to call him on his nastiness. And I certainly don&#8217;t have your daughter&#8217;s largeness of spirit, so haven&#8217;t forgiven him (and likely never will) for making my adolescence more of a living hell than it absolutely had to be.</p>
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		<title>By: Aunt Becky</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1668</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Aunt Becky]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:24:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She&#039;s 2844393 times the person I can ever be. Wow.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She&#8217;s 2844393 times the person I can ever be. Wow.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elizabeth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:03:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember that day well. I was in seventh grade and no one &quot;could&quot; talk to me. I remember my best friend saying she was confused because she had been told not to, and so, she was really sorry. In the afternoon, in desperation, I told her I was going to another school. I wanted her to beg me not to and to realize the craziness of the day. It was a long, painful day, and fortunately that was the extent of my being bullied that year. But the bully wasn&#039;t done bullying people. And after her would come another bully. There is always a bully. Your daughter shines in the example that she gives, choosing to stand up for herself. Her choice is admirable. Having a mom that does the celebratory dance in the kitchen with her allows her to make such a choice.  These are the bests of motherhood I think, the important parts. You are a gem, and I hope you feel it in your heart. And I hope she recognizes the gift that she is. I pray that I am the dancing mother as my little girl grows. Your example makes me hopeful.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember that day well. I was in seventh grade and no one &#8220;could&#8221; talk to me. I remember my best friend saying she was confused because she had been told not to, and so, she was really sorry. In the afternoon, in desperation, I told her I was going to another school. I wanted her to beg me not to and to realize the craziness of the day. It was a long, painful day, and fortunately that was the extent of my being bullied that year. But the bully wasn&#8217;t done bullying people. And after her would come another bully. There is always a bully. Your daughter shines in the example that she gives, choosing to stand up for herself. Her choice is admirable. Having a mom that does the celebratory dance in the kitchen with her allows her to make such a choice.  These are the bests of motherhood I think, the important parts. You are a gem, and I hope you feel it in your heart. And I hope she recognizes the gift that she is. I pray that I am the dancing mother as my little girl grows. Your example makes me hopeful.</p>
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		<title>By: kristy - wheres my damn answer</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1665</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[kristy - wheres my damn answer]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:48:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow ... from the mouths of babes.  

When Zac was younger he had a run in with a bully for a couple years.  I explained to him that when kids say mean things to you it&#039;s usually the worst thing they can imagine someone else saying to them.  Once he learned that ... the words the bully was spouting off didn&#039;t seem quite as hurtful to him.  He would say, &quot;wow ... I&#039;m sorry you feel that way&quot;.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow &#8230; from the mouths of babes.  </p>
<p>When Zac was younger he had a run in with a bully for a couple years.  I explained to him that when kids say mean things to you it&#8217;s usually the worst thing they can imagine someone else saying to them.  Once he learned that &#8230; the words the bully was spouting off didn&#8217;t seem quite as hurtful to him.  He would say, &#8220;wow &#8230; I&#8217;m sorry you feel that way&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>By: ingrid</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, my....I have to say you handled that much better than I would have.  I would have been hard pressed not to &quot;get ghetto&quot;.  LOL!  

Your daughter sounds like she&#039;s an amazing girl.  Just like her Mama.

Happy Thanksgiving, Dawn!  Hope you and your family have a safe and happy one!
~ingrid]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, my&#8230;.I have to say you handled that much better than I would have.  I would have been hard pressed not to &#8220;get ghetto&#8221;.  LOL!  </p>
<p>Your daughter sounds like she&#8217;s an amazing girl.  Just like her Mama.</p>
<p>Happy Thanksgiving, Dawn!  Hope you and your family have a safe and happy one!<br />
~ingrid</p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1662</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Katie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chills. Terrific story. You should send that to Parenting Magazine or Parents or whatever it&#039;s called! Ha. Seriously.
Beautifully written and what a wonderful lesson!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Chills. Terrific story. You should send that to Parenting Magazine or Parents or whatever it&#8217;s called! Ha. Seriously.<br />
Beautifully written and what a wonderful lesson!</p>
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		<title>By: Quadelle</title>
		<link>http://notgoingpostal.com/2009/11/23/today-no-one-can-talk-to-you/#comment-1661</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Quadelle]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What an amazing character your daughter has.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What an amazing character your daughter has.</p>
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