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	<title>Amy Everhart</title>
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		<title>The Pink Flower</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m pretty sure my dad never imagined that one day he would come back as a flower.  A circus clown, maybe, or an old shoe with paint splatters, or a naughty puppy with blue eyes.  But never a flower, and especially not a pink one, of all colors.
Four years ago today I looked into Dad’s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2011/07/the-pink-flower/</link>
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		<title>Lies and Half-Truths I’ve Told My Dental Hygienist Lately</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“How do I like my new mouth guard?  Well, it hasn’t bugged me yet!”
“How often do I floss?  I aim for three times a day.  What brand of floss do I use?  Er, it’s the floss in that little blue box…what’s it called again?  I can’t remember…but it’s the one in the little blue box [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2011/06/lies-and-half-truths-ive-told-my-dental-hygienist-lately/</link>
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		<title>The Case of the Mysteriously Disappearing Contact Lens</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mphf…whazzit?  I lurch awake on the couch, having dozed off watching Iron Chef: Battle Broccoli.  Half asleep, I stumble into the bathroom to yank out my contact lenses so I can go to sleep-blessed-sleep…
Crap.  Little bugger.  My left contact, feeling frisky, slides playfully behind my eyeball.  “You can’t get me!” he teases.
“Get back here, you!”  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/10/the-case-of-the-mysteriously-disappearing-contact-lens/</link>
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		<title>A Caterpillar’s Story (Co-Starring Amy as Snow White)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was walking at the park, halfway up the hill, when the object fell from a tree onto the middle of the road.  I thought it was a leaf at first, fall having arrived, but, when I leaned over to inspect it, I saw that it was a fuzzy caterpillar in this unique creamy-white color.
Now you would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/09/a-caterpillar%e2%80%99s-story-co-starring-amy-as-snow-white/</link>
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		<title>“Are You Sure You Don’t Want to Check Your Hair?” and Other Things You Never Want to Hear Your Photographer Say</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m dreading this.  I not only detest having my picture taken, I detest having my picture taken by this guy, the guy who takes the pictures for the local attorney directory.  I’m still living down the last one he took of me, the one where my hair resembles Diana Ross during the disco era and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/09/%e2%80%9care-you-sure-you-don%e2%80%99t-want-to-check-your-hair%e2%80%9d-and-other-things-you-never-want-to-hear-your-photographer-say/</link>
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		<title>Bees, Heat, and Other Reasons I Will Never Be a Runner</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Saturday Night
Never mind that Dairy Queen Blizzard.  In the first place, it was that convenient new “Mini” size, a mere 1,020 calories instead of 2,572.  Second, tomorrow morning I will run (not walk, run) three times around the 1.2 mile path at Percy Warner Park.  Even on the uphill parts. Yes, I know it’s supposed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/08/bees-heat-and-other-reasons-i-will-never-be-a-runner/</link>
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		<title>Say Cheese…Er, or Don’t…Click!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Hello, I need a passport photo, please?” I smile at the lady with the Walgreens nametag and the permafrown.
She pulls down a white screen. “Stand in front of this.”
I obey, smoothing my bangs and wondering if I should have come on a day when my hair was washed, glossed, straightened, and curled.
“Do you need this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/07/say-cheese%e2%80%a6er-or-don%e2%80%99t%e2%80%a6click/</link>
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		<title>Vet Trip 2010: A Survivor&#8217;s Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Taking Two Kittens to the Vet:

Pick up kittens.  Set them in carrier.
Drive them to vet’s office while they mew cutely.
Sit back and smile proudly while entire vet staff oohs and ahs over them, declaring them in perfect health.
Drive home.  Let kittens out of carrier and watch them scamper off, smiling at the sheer cuteness of it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/06/vet-trip-2010-a-survivors-story/</link>
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		<title>How Pure Barre Killed My Childhood Dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was born to be a ballerina.  Never mind my pot belly that I never learned to suck in when other kids did.  Never mind my shrimpy stature and chunky thighs that looked chunkier in pink tights.  Never mind my ever tangly hair that my mom practically had to yank out of my head to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/06/how-pure-barre-killed-my-childhood-dream/</link>
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		<title>iPod Confessions: Special Car-Radio Edition</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hate when you arrive at your destination just when one of your favorite songs that you haven’t heard in years and practically forgot existed comes on the radio. Do you 1) sit in the car and listen to the whole song, which is hardly as enjoyable (for some reason) as hearing it while your [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://amyeverhart.net/blog/2010/05/ipod-confessions-special-car-radio-edition/</link>
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