<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Grace Jones]]></title><description><![CDATA[Grace Jones]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 02:58:06 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Do it for The Fat Lady]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Ah, Buddy. It’s Christ Himself. Christ Himself, Buddy.” -       J.D. Salinger I’ve found myself spending my days like Franny. Pacing my...]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/post/do-it-for-the-fat-lady</link><guid isPermaLink="false">649117c437564eadb97d27f8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2023 03:07:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>gdj737</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Extinguishing the Fire on the Altar]]></title><description><![CDATA[Three years ago, I walked into the St. Joseph Catholic church with my friend Marie. My first time at mass in the only Catholic church in...]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/post/extinguishing-the-fire-on-the-altar</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6489ec445dd17d2022b52fc3</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2023 16:37:33 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>gdj737</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Disturbance]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is trouble amid our daffodil-yellow house on Seventh Avenue. Sooner or later, it is bound to happen. Dad and Laura never allow...]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/post/disturbance</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6488d199add992acebf29463</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 20:36:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>gdj737</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Head in the Clouds by Grace Jones ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Head in the Clouds After her grandfather’s death, Lucia and her mom didn’t walk to his house every morning. They didn’t pick flowers to...]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/post/interview-with-an-author-louis-louis</link><guid isPermaLink="false">615f9e891a7ed00016075c09</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 01:27:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/119038_8af86c6fd9ee4894a79d311fe175ec55~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>gdj737</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Their Eyes Were Watching Janie by Grace Jones]]></title><description><![CDATA[Their Eyes Were Watching Janie In Zora Neale Hurston’s novel Their Eyes Were Watching God, Hurston writes a compelling story surrounding...]]></description><link>https://gdj737.wixsite.com/website/post/annotating-your-favorite-quotes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">615f9e891a7ed00016075c07</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 01:27:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>gdj737</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>