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		<title>No guarantees</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was locking the door but a force pushed against the turning key. It was Benjamin PJ'd and disheveled wanting to say goodbye for the first few hours of the day. The truth is we could've been saying goodbye for the rest of this life, so I hugged him as if that could be the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=731</link>
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		<title>Abigail in flight</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just love the spontaneity and joy of this moment.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=715</link>
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		<title>1 Peter 1:13</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We live a few miles from the site of a major skirmish during the Civil War. The Union was steadily making way toward Atlanta and the Confederacy was holding them off 150 years ago just a few miles from our home. Chances are some shots were fired in the Marietta woods razed to build our [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=717</link>
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		<title>Alligators</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It's 3:30 and Abigail has dreamed of alligators and in my weariness I think "I'm glad it wasn't crocodiles." A vision the shape of a crocodile's mouth flashes through my mind. I lay next to her for a while pondering the differences between alligators and crocodiles but then remember it's way too early and that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=708</link>
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		<title>Photograph of my life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a serious hunt. The kids were draped across their beds when we turned their lights on. We crouched, lay, rake, ransacked, replaced in every closet, under every bed, through every basket, kids snoozing all the while for more than two hours. No stack of papers, books, dolls, toys or clothing was left unturned. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=690</link>
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		<title>Franklin Rd: part 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Muhammed offers me the hooka pipe at the Nazareth bakery. His older friend Mikey was a computer engineer in California until he was laid off, moved back to Nazareth for a while then back to the states where he works at the bakery, serving Arabs who come from all over Atlanta. Many Mariettans probably feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=684</link>
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		<title>Franklin Rd: part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The white guy wore a yellow cap and no shirt. He had 12 tattoos. He was singing "Calling Baton Rouge" then he asked the west African clerk, "You like country?" "It's all right." "Yeah. It is all right," said the white guy. "At least they don't use dirty words." "Dirty words. You a Christian?" "No," [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=669</link>
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		<title>Franklin Rd: part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I took the long way home. I drove through an apartment complex off Franklin Rd. I gave a wave, which felt like a white man's wave all of a sudden, to a young black guy taking his pit bull out for a pee. The guy didn't smile. I received many stares. I was uncharacteristically white [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=665</link>
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		<title>Darwinian weekend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Weekend mornings are an evolution. 1, 2 then 3 the children emerge in various stages of development but end as one in the same organism trailing at various lengths from the others but tethered by some invisible sinew electrified and taut, snapping with a whine, a scream, the pain of dependence in this amoebic mess [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=657</link>
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		<title>Friday Night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The server uselessly walks us through the new menu.Then I order the cheeseburger with the thick-cut bacon on top. My wife orders the chicken tacos. We both have Coke and talk about the DEFACS kids she tutors. Later we join the middle-aged men browsing the history section of Barnes and Noble. A blond sporty mother [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.sweetsuburbia.org/?p=654</link>
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