<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:18:17.302-04:00</updated><category term='Welcome..'/><category term='mom&apos;s birthday'/><category term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Motherless Daughters</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a group based on the book "Motherless Daughters" by Hope Edelman. We have all suffered the unique pain of losing our mothers, and we find comfort in each other as we wade through the grief that we experience in so many large and small ways each day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-4457703322428405753</id><published>2011-05-25T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:07:14.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote something really eloquent in response to Holly's comment and it disappeared...oh well, maybe thoughts/words are like that. They get blown away with the wind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/4457703322428405753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wrote-something-really-eloquent-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/4457703322428405753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/4457703322428405753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wrote-something-really-eloquent-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Shekerjian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881414402971433219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-1284038431415522586</id><published>2011-03-24T04:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:13:04.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This might be the first time that I am writing something for this blog. I finished reading Eat Pray Love for the 2nd time. I just saw the movie and I KNEW that they changed things (they always do) but they changed such important parts and characters I just had to sink my teeth into the book once again. Plus, I was reading that book summer of 2007, and that was the summer of my breakup with "my" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/1284038431415522586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-might-be-first-time-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/1284038431415522586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/1284038431415522586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-might-be-first-time-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Shekerjian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02881414402971433219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-3690361187120328982</id><published>2010-04-21T15:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:01:00.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>My Mom's Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Hey Ladies!It's been awhile. Today I'm celebrating my mom's birthday. She would have been 58 today, &amp; would still be young. She has been gone for 27 years. I type that because I can do the math, but to actually believe that is possible is a whole other thing. I really don't believe it, it just doesn't seem possible. I've been going through some hard times lately, and I wish she was here with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/3690361187120328982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-moms-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3690361187120328982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3690361187120328982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXadQ4qcdIY/TJv7dXNk19I/AAAAAAAAATU/kzdaTVbsKb8/S220/IMG_0840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-3430997220638147385</id><published>2009-05-05T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:36:02.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More PAin</title><summary type='text'>My son's dead was killed in a car accident last Tuesday. I am devestated for my son. I can barely watch him carry this loss, I know how difficult it can be to lose a parent. I truely believe that losing the same sex parent is the hardest. Please pray for my son.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/3430997220638147385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3430997220638147385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3430997220638147385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pain.html' title='More PAin'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731085627631245494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-9108975406766914553</id><published>2009-04-05T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:45:12.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting</title><summary type='text'>Wow, no one has been here in awhile, including myself. I have had a trying week to say the least. I am having some difficulties with my teenage son. I could really use my mom this week, I have done a lot of crying, mostly in solitude, a little to friends. My son is such a beautiful person, he is big hearted and so funny, growing up is hard to do and he has been hurting lately and it breaks my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/9108975406766914553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/9108975406766914553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/9108975406766914553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2009/04/hurting.html' title='Hurting'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731085627631245494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-6799028938186873285</id><published>2008-09-04T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:02:10.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Dimensional</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever have moments where you are so stressed or worried about something, that you lose perspective and focus? You forget how strong you are and how strong you have been, and where you came from?For me, this happens sometimes. I get so focused on the "now" that I forget who I am and how capable I am of being or doing anything I want to. Before my mother died, I would always call her in those</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/6799028938186873285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-dimensional.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/6799028938186873285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/6799028938186873285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-dimensional.html' title='Two Dimensional'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-6922892652428183884</id><published>2008-02-27T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:10:18.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to change my perspective</title><summary type='text'>I had a bit of a revelation today that I wanted to share.  I have shared at the meetings that one of the enormous issues I am currently dealing is my mother's age when she passed.  She was 31 and I am 30.  Her age slowly became a fixation for me.  And I have realized that it was there, under the surface, before I ever consciously realized it.  I am trying to work on the fear that surrounds this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/6922892652428183884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-change-my-perspective.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/6922892652428183884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/6922892652428183884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/02/trying-to-change-my-perspective.html' title='Trying to change my perspective'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXadQ4qcdIY/TJv7dXNk19I/AAAAAAAAATU/kzdaTVbsKb8/S220/IMG_0840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-7883273583819532068</id><published>2008-02-13T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:55:37.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Image</title><summary type='text'>People who knew my mother have always told me how much I look like her, of course I could never see it. I have worn braces for the last 3 years, I had them removed yesterday. Today as I was looking in the mirror I saw my mother looking back at me and it made me smile bigger!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/7883273583819532068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/02/mirror-image.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/7883273583819532068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/7883273583819532068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/02/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror Image'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731085627631245494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-5896516762458436500</id><published>2008-01-30T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:22:36.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With a Death of a Parent</title><summary type='text'>I had minimal feelings of regrets. Of course I wish I had another chance to tell my mom I loved her, but her death affected me in different ways. I was young when she died and her death was sudden. She was only 33 and healthy. When she died I lost my sense of self-worth, self pride and self respect. I became afraid of losing people, instead of pulling them closer like Julie discussed, I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/5896516762458436500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/01/dealing-with-death-of-parent.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/5896516762458436500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/5896516762458436500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/01/dealing-with-death-of-parent.html' title='Dealing With a Death of a Parent'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731085627631245494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-3588450535245297307</id><published>2008-01-29T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:08:33.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets...</title><summary type='text'>I have had several conversations over the past few weeks with people who have lost parents - and all of them had one regret or another. I myself have my own regrets, things I couldn't even think about for years after my mother's death, because I was so ashamed and angry with myself. I felt I had let my mother down. I guess it never occurred to me how widespread this is. We sometimes think this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/3588450535245297307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/01/regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3588450535245297307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3588450535245297307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2008/01/regrets.html' title='Regrets...'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-2001694301159941997</id><published>2007-12-03T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:50:32.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWYD if you had one more day?</title><summary type='text'>Holly posted a comment to my 'every family has a ghost' post. I referenced the book "One More Day" in that post which is about a guy who gets one more day with his dead mother. Holly talked about what she would do if she had one more day with her mom...I thought this would be an interesting question to ask everyone. I myself have to ponder this for a while, but I wanted to put this out there for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/2001694301159941997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/12/wwyd-if-you-had-one-more-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/2001694301159941997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/2001694301159941997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/12/wwyd-if-you-had-one-more-day.html' title='WWYD if you had one more day?'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-3117118264705659705</id><published>2007-12-03T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:44:18.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays</title><summary type='text'>I know the holidays are hard for all of us. Why not post your thoughts on the subject to help other members out? How do you handle the holidays? Have you found other things to make them more bearable? Please click 'Comments' below to post.I'm not sure I have found a surefire way of making the holidays less painful. But I think that I have just found other things to focus on to make the holidays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/3117118264705659705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3117118264705659705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3117118264705659705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays.html' title='the holidays'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-3697793227082533480</id><published>2007-11-01T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:25:38.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book</title><summary type='text'>Julie, Do you recommend the book?  What did you think of it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/3697793227082533480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/11/book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3697793227082533480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/3697793227082533480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/11/book.html' title='book'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXadQ4qcdIY/TJv7dXNk19I/AAAAAAAAATU/kzdaTVbsKb8/S220/IMG_0840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-5336890788949019947</id><published>2007-11-01T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:08:07.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>every family has a ghost..</title><summary type='text'>When you lose someone close to you, you look around at those who have not yet been faced with that pain and you both envy and pity them. You envy them because they have not yet suffered the unspeakable but inevitable loss, and you pity them because you know what they are in for. I was watching a friend of mine with his parents the other night and it occurred to me how big of a hole losing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/5336890788949019947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-family-has-ghost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/5336890788949019947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/5336890788949019947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-family-has-ghost.html' title='every family has a ghost..'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790437944366993729.post-4469092505527610050</id><published>2007-10-26T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:06:10.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome..'/><title type='text'>Welcome..</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the new Motherless Daughters blog..I have created this for our members, especially those who have not yet had the opportunity to attend a meeting, but would still like to participate and share ideas and thoughts with our members. It's my way of making sure everyone gets an opportunity to benefit from input and discussions amongst our group members.I hope that you will be encouraged, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/feeds/4469092505527610050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/4469092505527610050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8790437944366993729/posts/default/4469092505527610050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cfmd.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome..'/><author><name>Julie Irvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08163716439394351797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Pc3X0sTvqA/R5-4ml6hD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LS_Z1yM178k/S220/Bailey+%26+Mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
