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		<title>Confessions of a Perfctionist</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few nights ago, as I was falling asleep, I got company. It crawled in bed with me and whispered me something. I can’t remember what it was because I was half asleep, but that&#8217;s the way perfection works, it kisses me right when I&#8217;m the most vulnerable. The next morning I got up feeling <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=2055' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Dame, quiero</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 16:16:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Si te digo que soy adicta, que es lo primero que se te viene a la cabeza? Drogas, alcohol, cigarros? Esto es lo que generalmente pensamos cuando usamos ese término, las adicciones obvias, nos imaginamos alguien que usa jeringas y camina andrajoso por las calle. También hay otro grupo de adicciones, y van desde ser adicto a <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=2102' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Let&#8217;s Just Not Talk About it</title>
		<link>http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1970</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 15:54:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Congratulations!&#8221; I said with my biggest smile to my Vietnamese neighbor standing right outside his house. For about three days I had noticed how my neighbors -a few houses down the street- were diligently decorating their house. There were chairs and tables -with their matching table cloths- chair bows, incense, the works! All sitting outside and <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1970' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Confesiones de una perfeccionista imperfcta</title>
		<link>http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1887</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 05:09:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anoche vino y me visitó. Se metió en mi cama y bajo las sábanas blancas me susurró algo al oído. La verdad no recuerdo bien que me dijo pues estaba soñolienta, pero la perfección es así, se aprovecha cuando estoy indefensa para trabajarme el subconsciente. Sé que estuvo anoche aquí porque hoy en la mañana me desperté <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1887' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Middle Finger</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2012 16:02:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[All of a sudden, the guy driving in the white Mustang behind me zooms in and -while I&#8217;m making a right turn- cuts right in front of me, slams on the brakes briefly, sticks out his arm and gives me the finger. He then drove like this (with his middle finger sticking up) long enough <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1299' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Jesús, Buda y yo</title>
		<link>http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1614</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Pero tu eres venezolana, ¿no se supone que los venezolanos son Católicos?&#8221; Me decía Alan, un Judío al que había conocido hace algunos meses atrás. &#8220;¿Por que eres Budista?&#8221; Me pregunto algo desconcertado. La pregunta me dejó pensativa pues bien la manera como cruce el puente del Cristianismo al Budismo es una travesía que abarca <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1614' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Not Leaving Without You</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 13:45:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was about 9pm on that day of June 2010. I was being dropped off at the Los Angeles Airport. Destination: Cambodia &#8211; Southeast Asia. Now being more honest my real destination was freedom. Freedom from my past, from memories, from everything that at one point held me down. I had clung so much to this idea of <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=153' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Cuando estas harto, solo y te sientes como Gollum</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2012 18:53:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Párate Priscilla, párate! Abrí los ojos de golpe y tenía una mariposa revoloteandome en la cara, del susto brinque de la cama, miré el reloj -cuatro de la madrugada de ayer domingo, bella manera de empezar el día. Del susto no pude acostarme otra vez así que me fui a la cocina a &#8220;pensar&#8221;. Mi cabeza, que no pierde tiempo metiéndome <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1404' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Por favor, quítate el condón</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 15:47:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Deje de salir con un muchacho debido que no había manera que se quitara el condón, el condón psicológico y emocional, ese que evita que experiences la vida en su totalidad y a plenitud. Matt era el tipo de persona siempre súper precavido a la hora de decidir algo. Siempre me decía, no se puede <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1301' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Please, Take Off Your Condom</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2012 18:32:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stopped dating Matt because he wouldn&#8217;t take off his condom. He needed protection, a safe ground to step on, safety first, always. You can&#8217;t be a free spirit, you need roots, you need a place to call home, you need a safety net, he said. That was his reaction when I told him that <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=1196' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>How to Cancel the Noise in a World that Won&#8217;t Stop Talking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 16:33:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After hours of waiting in the airport eating stale food and listening to announcements about my flight being delayed, I was looking forward to getting on that plane and reading my book, I needed to disconnect. I had found my seat, then a sweet lady sat next to me, we both acknowledged each other with a smile. <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=254' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Que hacer cuando la gente es despota</title>
		<link>http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=800</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 20:57:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Creo que eres de lo peor y se perfectamente quien eres, menos mal que me acuerdo de tu nombre para no comprarte mas nunca, eres de lo peor…un bochorno total…mentirosa, no cuentes mas nunca conmigo&#8230;.&#8221; Vendo libros en Amazon y recién acababa de salir de la ducha cuando leí este correo, una clienta muy molesta con <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=800' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Haters, Amazon and a Hook</title>
		<link>http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=351</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 16:17:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I think it&#8217;s awful and I&#8217;ll remember your name so as not to do business with you again&#8230;Just sucks&#8230;this is a real embarrassment. This just sucks. I won&#8217;t buy anything from you agian [sic], you can&#8217;t even tell the truth&#8230;.&#8221; I sell books on Amazon. I had just gotten out of the shower when I got this email, <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=351' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>6 cosas que puedes hacer cuando la inspiracion para escribir se te ha ido al suelo</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 18:20:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ya hace más de veinte años que compre ese cuaderno rosado, ese donde acostumbraba a escribir todo lo que me pasaba por la mente. Esa era la época cuando escribir significaba sentarse con una pluma y un papel por delante. En mi cuaderno ponía citas de gente como Albert Einstein, Victor Hugo, Gabriel Garcia Marquez y Khalil Gibran. Esto fue <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=680' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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		<title>6 Things You Can Do When You Want to Write but Your Brain Says No</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 20:02:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Priscilla P. Wood</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was well over twenty years ago that I bought that pink notebook. I would write stuff going through my head at the time and would quote guys like Albert Einstein, Victor Hugo, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Khalil Gibran. I started writing in my teenage years, way before Facebook, Penelope Trunk or James Altucher&#8217;s spectacular blog. But for some reason I stopped <a href='http://www.priscillapwood.com/?p=209' class='excerpt-more'>Read more</a>]]></description>
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