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	<title>Comments on: Trotting Out My Turkey</title>
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		<title>By: DeNae</title>
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		<dc:creator>DeNae</dc:creator>
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		<description>I&#039;ve always been a huge fan of teachers giving parents homework.  &quot;Pretty sure I passed Home Ec&quot;, I would murmur as I read over the costume instructions, &quot;and after that I swore off any domestic venture more creative than keeping laces in both of my kid&#039;s shoes.&quot;

Mormons are domestic marvels from way back.  We trot out a picture of our twelve-greats grandmother who crossed the plains as a pioneer, pulling a covered wagon with one hand while delivering her own child with the other, and we chant, &quot;Speak to me, Grandmother.  Tell me how you would make this DNA costume sing!&quot;

And she says, &quot;I can&#039;t. I&#039;m dead.&quot;

So you&#039;re already a better Mormon than me, Lela.  My great-grandmother would be so proud.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always been a huge fan of teachers giving parents homework.  &#8220;Pretty sure I passed Home Ec&#8221;, I would murmur as I read over the costume instructions, &#8220;and after that I swore off any domestic venture more creative than keeping laces in both of my kid&#8217;s shoes.&#8221;</p>
<p>Mormons are domestic marvels from way back.  We trot out a picture of our twelve-greats grandmother who crossed the plains as a pioneer, pulling a covered wagon with one hand while delivering her own child with the other, and we chant, &#8220;Speak to me, Grandmother.  Tell me how you would make this DNA costume sing!&#8221;</p>
<p>And she says, &#8220;I can&#8217;t. I&#8217;m dead.&#8221;</p>
<p>So you&#8217;re already a better Mormon than me, Lela.  My great-grandmother would be so proud.</p>
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