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		<title>By: Kelley</title>
		<link>http://www.kelleyeskridge.com/my-new-job/comment-page-1/#comment-2330</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 00:50:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Renee, thanks for the recommendation.

Susan... hmm, I don&#039;t know that I&#039;d say Lucky is a different persona.  Actually, I think &lt;em&gt;distilled&lt;/em&gt; might be a word for her.  The dancing part of me is really just all about the music and the moving, the body and the soul -- and so, yes, it is very freeing, for sure.  But it still feels like me, although I wouldn&#039;t necessarily move that way in the grocery store (smile).

Tips, shmips. I&#039;ve given up.  I&#039;ll just have to do it for love and not for money.

Glad you liked &lt;strong&gt;Dangerous Space&lt;/strong&gt;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Renee, thanks for the recommendation.</p>
<p>Susan&#8230; hmm, I don&#8217;t know that I&#8217;d say Lucky is a different persona.  Actually, I think <em>distilled</em> might be a word for her.  The dancing part of me is really just all about the music and the moving, the body and the soul &#8212; and so, yes, it is very freeing, for sure.  But it still feels like me, although I wouldn&#8217;t necessarily move that way in the grocery store (smile).</p>
<p>Tips, shmips. I&#8217;ve given up.  I&#8217;ll just have to do it for love and not for money.</p>
<p>Glad you liked <strong>Dangerous Space</strong>.</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 17:34:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good for you, Kelley!  It will be great fun for you.  Since you now have a &quot;stage name&quot;, do you find that Lucky is a very different persona?  I used to dance in &#039;76 and &#039;77 (but not in lesbian clubs, I&#039;m envious!) and I was totally a different person when I was dancing than when I wasn&#039;t.  It was very freeing and I was way more daring.

Hope you make lots of tips for baby&#039;s new shoes!!

BTW, loved the new book.

Susan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good for you, Kelley!  It will be great fun for you.  Since you now have a &#8220;stage name&#8221;, do you find that Lucky is a very different persona?  I used to dance in &#8217;76 and &#8217;77 (but not in lesbian clubs, I&#8217;m envious!) and I was totally a different person when I was dancing than when I wasn&#8217;t.  It was very freeing and I was way more daring.</p>
<p>Hope you make lots of tips for baby&#8217;s new shoes!!</p>
<p>BTW, loved the new book.</p>
<p>Susan</p>
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		<title>By: renee sanchez</title>
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		<dc:creator>renee sanchez</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 22:29:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hey kelley,

great book to check out.  been out in paperback a few years.

by see, lisa

snowflower and the secret fan

it&#039;s way cool

renee</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hey kelley,</p>
<p>great book to check out.  been out in paperback a few years.</p>
<p>by see, lisa</p>
<p>snowflower and the secret fan</p>
<p>it&#8217;s way cool</p>
<p>renee</p>
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		<title>By: Kelley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:45:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Adaora -- it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; liberating.  I feel detached from everything except the music, the crowd, and myself.  It&#039;s one of the purest ways I know to be &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, the Kelley who lives inside or beside (and often in spite of) the expectations and hopes of others, the limitations of culture and experience, and the wacky parts of my own psychology.

And it&#039;s amazing fun too.  I can recommend it at any age.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Adaora &#8212; it <em>is</em> liberating.  I feel detached from everything except the music, the crowd, and myself.  It&#8217;s one of the purest ways I know to be <em>me</em>, the Kelley who lives inside or beside (and often in spite of) the expectations and hopes of others, the limitations of culture and experience, and the wacky parts of my own psychology.</p>
<p>And it&#8217;s amazing fun too.  I can recommend it at any age.</p>
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		<title>By: Adaora</title>
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		<dc:creator>Adaora</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:11:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You go girl! 

I&#039;m a &#039;20-something&#039; (21 to be exact), but I think what you&#039;re doing is pretty cool. It must be so liberating.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You go girl! </p>
<p>I&#8217;m a &#8217;20-something&#8217; (21 to be exact), but I think what you&#8217;re doing is pretty cool. It must be so liberating.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:47:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jean -- What a magical thing to do.  

I love those moments of unexpected, unlooked-for connection.  We&#039;re taught not to trust them when they present themselves, but they are just as true as the 25-year relationship -- just not as long or varied or, perhaps, deep.  But what does that matter?  There are many different kinds of joy, including the three-hour-horse-riding variety.  There are many ways to show love for other people, to be in love with being human (because isn&#039;t that really what love celebrates?) -- including the ease between two strangers that leads to the small adventure and closes with a smile and that lovely feeling of wishing someone well and leaving them to their life.

I hope you enjoy that dance club!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jean &#8212; What a magical thing to do.  </p>
<p>I love those moments of unexpected, unlooked-for connection.  We&#8217;re taught not to trust them when they present themselves, but they are just as true as the 25-year relationship &#8212; just not as long or varied or, perhaps, deep.  But what does that matter?  There are many different kinds of joy, including the three-hour-horse-riding variety.  There are many ways to show love for other people, to be in love with being human (because isn&#8217;t that really what love celebrates?) &#8212; including the ease between two strangers that leads to the small adventure and closes with a smile and that lovely feeling of wishing someone well and leaving them to their life.</p>
<p>I hope you enjoy that dance club!</p>
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		<title>By: Kelley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:36:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Amy -- I hope so too!  Kate and Liz plan to be there and can give you the full report (grin).

And I hope you&#039;re enjoying Paris.  I&#039;ve been there once and loved it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amy &#8212; I hope so too!  Kate and Liz plan to be there and can give you the full report (grin).</p>
<p>And I hope you&#8217;re enjoying Paris.  I&#8217;ve been there once and loved it.</p>
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		<title>By: Jean R.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jean R.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:02:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sentence I tucked away into my Self after reading about your new job was, &quot;Why not say YES!&quot;  It&#039;s a sentence that showed up at just the right time recently.  I found myself on a 20 mile long dirt road north of the Grand Canyon to drop three friends off on a long hike. ( I was along to ferry their car back to Flagstaff.)  I noticed a woman with a big horse trailer out there looking around and wondered about it.  On my way back to the highway I stopped to draw and poke around a bit; I had seven daylight hours to play with...and there was that gal with the big horse trailer, and she had two horses saddled, tied to a juniper tree.  I slowed down to enjoy a close look--her easy way of walking, the denim shirt--and she nodded hello, then headed to the side of the road to chat.  Turned out she was curious where a particular watering hole might be; she&#039;d heard of it and planned to camp some days, might I know it&#039;s whereabouts.  No, it was new country for me.  Oh, I can&#039;t remember what sentences came along to extend the conversation so we could both look each other over.  But then I commented on two horses saddled when she was out there solo.  &quot;Oh, training...&quot; murmur, murmur  &quot;Want to go for a ride?&quot;
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And then there it was, just the right sentence through my brain at just the right time, WHY NOT SAY YES.
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So I did say yes.
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We rode for three hours in lovely country  along a sandy brown dirt road, winding through junipers and intriguing conversations, with three lion hounds sniffing and yelping along besides.  I hadn&#039;t been on a horse in a dozen years, but I remembered the right details to consider, and asked what I needed to know and just loved it.  The day.  The brown weathered face of a gal who worked for UPS 25 years and bought lots of horses when she retired.  Her husbands.  My travels.  Her thoughts on death and dying.  My questions about having a dozen horses.  What sisters do for us.  A fine time for us both, I think.
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She took my picture on her horse.  I gave her a drawing from my sketchbook.  We parted smiling and I still got home before dark.  The next  yes for me?  I think I&#039;ll steer down to Tempe in April for the opening of a dance club...54 isn&#039;t that much older than 47...and I don&#039;t need to be the go-go girl there; I just want to continue to say yes now and then...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sentence I tucked away into my Self after reading about your new job was, &#8220;Why not say YES!&#8221;  It&#8217;s a sentence that showed up at just the right time recently.  I found myself on a 20 mile long dirt road north of the Grand Canyon to drop three friends off on a long hike. ( I was along to ferry their car back to Flagstaff.)  I noticed a woman with a big horse trailer out there looking around and wondered about it.  On my way back to the highway I stopped to draw and poke around a bit; I had seven daylight hours to play with&#8230;and there was that gal with the big horse trailer, and she had two horses saddled, tied to a juniper tree.  I slowed down to enjoy a close look&#8211;her easy way of walking, the denim shirt&#8211;and she nodded hello, then headed to the side of the road to chat.  Turned out she was curious where a particular watering hole might be; she&#8217;d heard of it and planned to camp some days, might I know it&#8217;s whereabouts.  No, it was new country for me.  Oh, I can&#8217;t remember what sentences came along to extend the conversation so we could both look each other over.  But then I commented on two horses saddled when she was out there solo.  &#8220;Oh, training&#8230;&#8221; murmur, murmur  &#8220;Want to go for a ride?&#8221;<br />
<br />
And then there it was, just the right sentence through my brain at just the right time, WHY NOT SAY YES.<br />
<br />
So I did say yes.<br />
<br />
We rode for three hours in lovely country  along a sandy brown dirt road, winding through junipers and intriguing conversations, with three lion hounds sniffing and yelping along besides.  I hadn&#8217;t been on a horse in a dozen years, but I remembered the right details to consider, and asked what I needed to know and just loved it.  The day.  The brown weathered face of a gal who worked for UPS 25 years and bought lots of horses when she retired.  Her husbands.  My travels.  Her thoughts on death and dying.  My questions about having a dozen horses.  What sisters do for us.  A fine time for us both, I think.<br />
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She took my picture on her horse.  I gave her a drawing from my sketchbook.  We parted smiling and I still got home before dark.  The next  yes for me?  I think I&#8217;ll steer down to Tempe in April for the opening of a dance club&#8230;54 isn&#8217;t that much older than 47&#8230;and I don&#8217;t need to be the go-go girl there; I just want to continue to say yes now and then&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:59:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope this is a long term job so I can come see all this myself when I come back to America...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope this is a long term job so I can come see all this myself when I come back to America&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Kelley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nadia -- Oui, vraiment, la danse est ma joie particuliÃ¨re, alors j&#039;ai la bonne chance.  Ou comme on peut dire en anglais, I am Lucky, no?  (Je ris...)

Gwenda -- Ah, I think theses have much to answer for in general (grin).  I hope yours is going very well indeed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nadia &#8212; Oui, vraiment, la danse est ma joie particuliÃ¨re, alors j&#8217;ai la bonne chance.  Ou comme on peut dire en anglais, I am Lucky, no?  (Je ris&#8230;)</p>
<p>Gwenda &#8212; Ah, I think theses have much to answer for in general (grin).  I hope yours is going very well indeed.</p>
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