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	<title>Elizabeth Emerson Hancock</title>
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		<title>On Being Reviewed&#8230;</title>
		<description>I guest blogged today over yonder.  Check it out.  </description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/11/14/on-being-reviewed/</link>
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		<title>My Favorite Vote</title>
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My husband is the historical acadamian in the family.  A virtuoso of electoral statistics, today he's in his element, working in numbers, trends, and tendencies the way I relish molding sentences and descriptions.  Our diverse spheres of knowledge are apparent during our nightly viewing of Jeopardy.  Geography, history, economics?  I'm awful.  And history's ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/11/04/my-favorite-vote/</link>
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		<title>Carnies</title>
		<description>Fall has fallen.  My baby boy, struggling to master the art of stepping upright, stumbles against the ottoman once more.  We're officially in the cruising phase (easily confused with the bruising phase).  I think of the series of phases he'll go through next, all the way through adolescence when, Dr. ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/10/27/carnies/</link>
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		<title>Book Scars</title>
		<description>Good Southern, church-going gals are not supposed to fear death.  Premarital sex, Wal-Mart, male kindergarten teachers, those are all ok to fear.  But not the great passing-on.  No, if you're a person of faith, you're supposed to welcome it.  Or, at the very least, not have an unnatural paranoia of it.

But ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/10/13/book-scars/</link>
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		<title>Dear Mister Jesus: Stop Embarassing Me.</title>
		<description>So I grew up convinced that the children of senior Pastors had the hardest time. Guess I forgot about the kids of Ministers of Music. (You'll need sound for this one; the clip comes about 20 secs after the host's lead-in, but it's worth it. Hat tip to E! and ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/09/23/dear-mister-jesus-stop-embarassing-me/</link>
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		<title>The Five People You Meet at Every Book Signing</title>
		<description>I had another book signing yesterday.  Traffic was pretty light.  I blame the economy, the sunny day, Barack Obama, Bristol Palin, global warming, and Red Dye #5. 

In all seriousness, I get tired of hearing writers bemoan light-traffic book signings.  Writing a book, and then having that book published, is very difficult ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/09/21/the-five-people-you-meet-at-every-book-signing/</link>
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		<title>The Communal Highchair of Righteousness</title>
		<description>This week, I took my one-year-old to preschool at our church for the first time.  (Yes, our church construes the definition "school" liberally.  Since our son only recently managed growth of his own eyebrows, I can't imagine what exquisite lessons in finite mathematics await him.  I just ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/09/10/the-communal-highchair-of-righteousness/</link>
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		<title>The Book Therapist</title>
		<description>People often ask me what I'll do if someone says something bad about the book.  You know, the inevitable comment on Amazon (by A. Nonymous, of course): "I HAAAAAAAATED... it!!!!! May-be will sell on ebay 2day and make some money back that I spent on it cause was horribel ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/09/06/the-book-therapist/</link>
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		<title>Book Singing Tomorrow!</title>
		<description>Stop on by the Barnes &#38; Noble at Virginia Center Commons (9850 Brook Rd., Glen Allen, VA), tomorrow between one and three, to talk Trespassers with me and get a copy signed.  Should be a wonderful time, so I hope I'll get to meet some of you readers I know ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/09/05/book-singing-tomorrow/</link>
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		<title>Some Words About Sex (Whoo!) and Trespasser of the Week: Nancy Redd and Her Book of Popos.</title>
		<description>A few months ago, I sat with my extended family around the television -- jaws open, sacred Sunday after-lunch cobbler barely stirred -- gawking at one of those Primetime expose shows.  (Yes, Jeremiah, there is trash TV in the pastor's house.  How the heck are you going to ...</description>
		<link>http://elizabethehancock.com/2008/08/27/trespasser-of-the-week-nancy-redd-and-her-book-of-popos/</link>
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