<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <rss
version="2.0"
xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"
> <channel><title>Angie&#039;s DIARY &#187; Feelings</title> <atom:link href="http://angiesdiary.com/tag/feelings/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://angiesdiary.com</link> <description>Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</description> <lastBuildDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:38:28 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator> <xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /> <item><title>Lucky Fish</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/lucky-fish/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/lucky-fish/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 08:31:54 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>lgrund</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Excerpt]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Short Story]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Children]]></category> <category><![CDATA[daughter]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Family]]></category> <category><![CDATA[father]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[home]]></category> <category><![CDATA[human relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[short story]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=22339</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/lucky-fish/">Lucky Fish</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/lgrund/">lgrund</a></p><p>&#8220;The slow, sad piano melody and the floor of the lake I knew intimately as a child.&#8221; LUCKY FISH My mom, her friend Jackie, my daughter Angelina, and I all drove up to Lake George today. It was a cold day, and I didn’t want to stay outside, so I sat in the car trying [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/stories/shortstory/lucky-fish/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>2</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Know When To Fold &#8216;Em</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/know-when-to-fold-em/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/know-when-to-fold-em/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 10:49:32 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Dan L. Hays</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Human-Relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Intimacy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Self Improvement]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[goodbye]]></category> <category><![CDATA[healing]]></category> <category><![CDATA[human relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[leaving]]></category> <category><![CDATA[letting go]]></category> <category><![CDATA[loss]]></category> <category><![CDATA[reflections]]></category> <category><![CDATA[relationships]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=19882</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/know-when-to-fold-em/">Know When To Fold &#8216;Em</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/danlhays/">Dan L. Hays</a></p><p>How do you know when it's time to say goodbye?  To move on?  To go separate ways?  There comes a point for many people, whether it's with the true love of your life, the gang at church, your oldest friend, or a group you used to hang with, when something is just not the way it was.  So what to do?  And when to do it?</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/know-when-to-fold-em/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>6</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Paint</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/paint/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/paint/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 14:28:26 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>JoyAnne</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Friendship]]></category> <category><![CDATA[grief]]></category> <category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category> <category><![CDATA[heart]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=17466</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/paint/">Paint</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/joypoe/">JoyAnne</a></p><p>The four clovers to tight tethers, Green shades shine with glory Colors illuminate warmth through our  thoughts and our hearts. by: JoyAnne O&#8217;Donnell Related Posts: Artists Who Understand People To Watch Her Weap Another Blank Page Honey Coated (excerpt)</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/paint/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>2</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>I Buried My Child Today</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/i-buried-my-child-today/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/i-buried-my-child-today/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2011 16:12:59 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Nancy Duci Denofio</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetic Prose]]></category> <category><![CDATA[abortion]]></category> <category><![CDATA[disease]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[foreign land]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lifestyle]]></category> <category><![CDATA[loss]]></category> <category><![CDATA[women issues]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=10279</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/i-buried-my-child-today/">I Buried My Child Today</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/nancy-duci-denofio/">Nancy Duci Denofio</a></p><p>Invisible wall
imprisons a soul.
Fear saturates a
body - once
brave,</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/i-buried-my-child-today/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Above The World</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/above-the-world/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/above-the-world/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2011 13:05:14 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Nancy Duci Denofio</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetic Prose]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Children]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category> <category><![CDATA[dying as a child]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Family]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[human relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[life]]></category> <category><![CDATA[like mother]]></category> <category><![CDATA[monkey see monkey do]]></category> <category><![CDATA[neighborhood]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=10174</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/above-the-world/">Above The World</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/nancy-duci-denofio/">Nancy Duci Denofio</a></p><p></p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/above-the-world/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>3</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>A Moon Made Me Wonder</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/a-moon-made-me-wonder/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/a-moon-made-me-wonder/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Nancy Duci Denofio</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetic Prose]]></category> <category><![CDATA[astronaut]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Children]]></category> <category><![CDATA[culture]]></category> <category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[knowledge]]></category> <category><![CDATA[men first]]></category> <category><![CDATA[strong women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[woman's world]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=9667</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/a-moon-made-me-wonder/">A Moon Made Me Wonder</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/nancy-duci-denofio/">Nancy Duci Denofio</a></p><p>strange, how I already knew
women were treated different
than men - back then…</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poetic-prose/a-moon-made-me-wonder/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>3</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Match</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/match/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/match/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2011 13:18:52 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Fran Lewis</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[anger]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ash]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[light the match]]></category> <category><![CDATA[unhappiness]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=9194</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/match/">The Match</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/gabina49/">Fran Lewis</a></p><p>I light the match and I drop it into the fireplace I see the smoke billowing and I can feel the heat on my face I see the match turning into ash you see No longer able to ignite no longer able to provide heat for me It is cold outside and the cabin is [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/match/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>1</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>To Watch Her Weap</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/watch-weap/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/watch-weap/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 15:46:13 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Cameron_95</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[grief]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=9287</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/watch-weap/">To Watch Her Weap</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/cameron_95/">Cameron_95</a></p><p>Frozen in her soft brown eyes, that tender touching stare. Reminds me of the failing skies, those gentle clouds of ware. Now as she bows her head to cry, I see a falling tear. Like rain cast from the sky, but its sound I do not hear. For where this tear falls I cannot reach, to wipe it [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/watch-weap/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>4</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Christmas 2010</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/beauty-health/medical/christmas-2010/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/beauty-health/medical/christmas-2010/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Cynthia Emily Griggs - Niswonger</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Human-Relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Medical]]></category> <category><![CDATA[autism diagnosis]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Christmas]]></category> <category><![CDATA[denial]]></category> <category><![CDATA[despair]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[night before christmas]]></category> <category><![CDATA[open wounds]]></category> <category><![CDATA[real joy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sadness]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Santa Claus]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=8322</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/beauty-health/medical/christmas-2010/">Christmas 2010</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/cynthia-emily-griggs-niswonger/">Cynthia Emily Griggs - Niswonger</a></p><p>So Christmas has rolled around again. And we&#8217;ve come so far from where we were last year! Though there was love and real joy last year there was still shock and no way to have found any real acceptance of what our son&#8217;s diagnosis meant. We&#8217;d no basis for understanding where we&#8217;d go, what we [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/beauty-health/medical/christmas-2010/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Day I Felt Ashamed To Be Swiss</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/articles/day-felt-ashamed-swiss/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/articles/day-felt-ashamed-swiss/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 11:23:32 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>K J S</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[genocide]]></category> <category><![CDATA[life]]></category> <category><![CDATA[loving environment]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rwanda]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Storytelling]]></category> <category><![CDATA[swiss citizen]]></category> <category><![CDATA[tutsi]]></category> <category><![CDATA[woman's world]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=7975</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/articles/day-felt-ashamed-swiss/">The Day I Felt Ashamed To Be Swiss</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/funkywellies/">K J S</a></p><p>I am a Swiss citizen now residing in Germany, but I used to live just outside of Geneva. When my first daughter was almost a year old, I decided to go back to work and had to find not only a new job but also the special person who would care for my child. This [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/articles/day-felt-ashamed-swiss/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Destructive Emotions</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/destructive-emotions/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/destructive-emotions/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 12:51:19 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>S.N. Bynoe</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Human-Relations]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Stress Management]]></category> <category><![CDATA[anger management]]></category> <category><![CDATA[emotions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[reflections]]></category> <category><![CDATA[violence]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=5985</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/destructive-emotions/">Destructive Emotions</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/snb213/">S.N. Bynoe</a></p><p>Emotions are a wild untamed entity that erupts from the bowels of our souls. They can be feelings that can nurture and love. Alternatively, emotions can also be wild and destructive. I battle with my emotions as most do each day, coming to a realization that it changes. According to my perspective, I believe that [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/psychology/hum-rel/destructive-emotions/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Another Blank Page</title><link>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/blank-page/</link> <comments>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/blank-page/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 14:07:47 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Kathy Ann Barney</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[blank page]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fate]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Feelings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[hate of fear]]></category> <category><![CDATA[heart]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://angiesdiary.com/?p=6088</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/blank-page/">Another Blank Page</a> <a
rel="author" href="http://angiesdiary.com/author/nina611/">Kathy Ann Barney</a></p><p>I’ll face another blank page and see what my fingers write Candle lit, but light undone By feelings that random run To the nether regions of the heart Pour out on paper Blacken the white I’ll wait and see what my fingers write They write of love of joy and hate Of fear and dear [...]</p></p><p><a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY</a> <a
href="http://angiesdiary.com">Angie&#039;s DIARY - Online Magazine and Writers&#039; Network</a></p>]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://angiesdiary.com/poetry-and-lyrics/poem-stories/blank-page/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>6</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
<!-- Dynamic page generated in 0.404 seconds. -->
<!-- Cached page generated by WP-Super-Cache on 2012-02-07 07:43:16 -->
<!-- Compression = gzip -->
