<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978789725569255787</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:50:23.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To My Girlfriends</title><subtitle type='html'>Letters to the best girls I know. Essentially, these posts are open love letters to female friendship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebestgirlsiknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978789725569255787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebestgirlsiknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Editor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJNu7cllyhc/TMMNPUPI00I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MnuxMzg1dBI/S220/bigstockphoto_Hockey_Skate_Details_6617328.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978789725569255787.post-3438477712632364325</id><published>2010-08-08T10:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:42:37.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Postscript</title><summary type='text'>In one of her final pieces of correspondence, before she became too ill to write, our friend wrote this:

I give up. It’s too late for me. I have been at this writing thing for two decades and have found minimal success. I don’t have the energy (the verve!) to continue. All that pushing toward a goal has sunk me. I tried, and failed. While we disagree about her perceived failure—much of what she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978789725569255787/posts/default/3438477712632364325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978789725569255787/posts/default/3438477712632364325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebestgirlsiknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/postscript.html' title='Postscript'/><author><name>Editor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TJNu7cllyhc/TMMNPUPI00I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MnuxMzg1dBI/S220/bigstockphoto_Hockey_Skate_Details_6617328.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
