<?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[The Shared Space Project]]></title><description><![CDATA[Healing Stories, Shared Humanity]]></description><link>https://www.sharedspaceproject.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 12:53:50 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.sharedspaceproject.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Starburst Gift]]></title><description><![CDATA[When my brother was diagnosed with leukemia, I was only in the second grade. At that age, you don't have the words for things like oncology, prognosis, or chemotherapy. You just know that your world has shifted on its axis, and that every single day feels a little bit heavier than the one before it. At my school, the teachers gave out paper tickets to students for being good. If you saved them up, you got to visit the school "candy bar" at the end of the day to trade them in. While other kids...]]></description><link>https://www.sharedspaceproject.com/post/the-starburst-gift</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a20ef06800e2e1c2bb62905</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 03:20:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anonymous </dc:creator></item></channel></rss>