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			<title>Chapter 3: I Broke It</title>
			<description>Winnie has decided that she wants to be a ballerina when she is a big girl. I bought her a yellow tutu and she wears it everywhere except the bath. That was a day when I had to explain to her little developing brain that tutus do not belong in a tub. Let&amp;rsquo;s just say, bubbles were thrown. She in..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Tap, Tap, Tap, Chop, Chop, Chop</title>
			<description>I remember the first time I felt truly helpless. Winnie was only 8 days away from turning 1. Daniel was showering after a strenuous day and his mother, Winona, was here for dinner. She sat at the dining room table while I chopped zucchini at the counter. Right in her sightline, I could feel her star..</description>
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			<title> Chapter 1: Thick, Birdbrained Opinions</title>
			<description>I have never been delicate. As a child, I would stomp around the house, not conscious of my movements or noise. I played with my toys as I pleased. Plastic never shatters, even under the most tyrannical hand. These traits followed me into adulthood. I never sat fully upright when I ate. My elbows mo..</description>
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			<title>Love in Its Many Forms</title>
			<description>This book follows widow, Nora Carter, and her daughter Winnie as they face love in its many forms after grief. All Rights Reserved to Emily Gundlach</description>
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