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	<title>Kelly Waterhouse, Writer</title>
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		<title>“Zumba Me”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[By now you know that I am often game for public humiliation. Not on purpose, more like by misfortune, and usually by my own instigation. My latest embarrassment: Zumba class.
Yep. Get that visual.
One of my best pals dared me to go to Zumba class. After weeks of inviting me, she resorted to calling me a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=61</link>
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		<title>“My Summer Success”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The pool turned green. The grass turned yellow in blotches. The leaves turned orange on their ends. We needed an extra blanket on our beds. It was inevitable. Summer 2010 was beginning its decent.
Summer is a bit like Christmas. The anticipation is exciting. You make plans and try to pack every moment full of seasonal [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=59</link>
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		<title>“Skipping Stones”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For the second time in my life, I spent the August long weekend grieving the loss of a dear friend to the depths of a beautiful Canadian lake. That is two times too many. Both were men I adored for being true rebels, adventure seekers with tremendous respect for nature and a love of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=54</link>
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		<title>“Those Summer Nights”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a beautiful summer night. The huge orange sun was setting, with the moon already bright and full in the sky, waiting patiently for its turn to shine. The breeze was warm. It felt like summer when I was a child, carefree and seemingly everlasting. Caught up in my nostalgia, I suggested that the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=52</link>
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		<title>“Songs of Summer”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The songs of summer are as essential to this season as the smell of sunscreen and the feel of sand between your toes. It spills out of car windows and hovers over restaurant patios. Music is the soundtrack to your summer memories, so years from now you will remember where you were, who you were [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=50</link>
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		<title>“Playing with Fire”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Bon fires are one of my favourite things about summer. There is something so mesmerizing about staring at a crackling fire; the lure of the glowing orange ambers, beneath the white stars, while slowly turning a sharp pointed stick in your hand with a gooey marshmallow on the other end, getting it just the right [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=48</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Rain on Me&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On the morning of my fortieth birthday, I woke up before the dawn to the sound of rain. It was the steady downpour of water running off the siding on the house, dripping down the windows, pattering at the street. The air smelled fresh. The birds were quiet. The world was still. Heaven. The rain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=46</link>
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		<title>“Bubble Wrap”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m not sure how this happened, but it seems that I gave birth to an athlete. It’s almost as perplexing as realizing that my beautiful, perfect, totally charming son does not, for reasons of his masculine chromosomes, think at all like I do. Despite our shared compassionate nature, somewhere deep beyond his awesome green eyes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=44</link>
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		<title>“Oh Canada”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh Canada, my home and native land, as I prepare to celebrate your beauty by decorating my entire family in tacky flag clothing and slapping them head to foot in maple leaf peel-and-stick tattoos, I need to take a moment to declare my patriotic passion. It is important for me to honour your awesomeness with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=42</link>
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		<title>“Out to Lunch”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[School is almost over. The countdown is on. This means I will have to remember how to keep my children occupied for seven consecutive days in a row, twenty-four hours a day.  This scares me. But there is one thing I will not miss: packing lunches.
I take no pleasure in this task. None. It’s about [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kellywaterhouse.com/?p=40</link>
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