<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/tamscamandpen"><title>The Written Word - Designs by Tamara - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/</link><description>Various fictional pieces for all age groups generally family orientated written by Tamara Cobbin</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/458621" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/455567" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/451517" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448938" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448937" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448936" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448935" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447983" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447836" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447830" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/458621"><title>One Door Closes, Another Opens</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/458621</link><description>ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS She could hear the buoy bell ringing in the distance but it was too dark to see anything beyond the receding foamy water. 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I have seen it so many times,” giggled Bertie Bear as he jumped up and down on the couch, pounding his fists into the cushions with enthusiasm. “B”- Bear, as he was affectionately called by his mother, loved...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448936"><title>How does a little one give up that special bear or tattered blanket?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/448936</link><description>JORDAN’S SPECIAL FRIEND(S) “Momma, I’ve lost ‘T.’ Help me find him, please!” Five year old Jordan yelled for his mother as he burrowed into his cluttered room to find his little friend. “Did you look in your room,” his momma yelled back. Had he ever. 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Jordan had ripped through his room like a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447983"><title>What does a fourteen year old do when she finds out she is pregnant?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447983</link><description>*THIS STORY MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR UNDER 13+ ASR -ADULT SUPERVISION RECOMMENDED* FEATHERED BREATH BRINGS MIGHTY WORDS “I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do.” Jessica couldn’t move after her best friend whispered in her ear. The small trigger of a smile formed at the edges of her mouth slowly...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447836"><title>Your life can change in an instant.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/tamscamandpen/447836</link><description>The Red Velvet Dress Samantha read the obituaries in the morning paper everyday. She never understood why. 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