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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Guilt Free Quiet Time for a Mama
1) At an ash-scattering for a dear dear friend.
2) Inside an MRI machine.
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Ilaria
I am an ex-journalist and a mother of two boys. I live in Los Angeles. I am a traveler, an adventurer, a writer. These are my philosophical investigations -- from the kitchen, the playground, and the streets of LA.
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