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	<title>A Writer Afoot &#187; joan didion</title>
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		<title>Radio essay online</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 15:59:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I taped another radio essay last week.  It went live this morning and you can hear it here:</p> <p>http://krccnews.org/rccnews/citizen-report-joan-i/2009/06/11/6111</p> ]]></description>
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		<title>Did Joan wash her hands at the same sink?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 22:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Joan Didion, the celebrated writer, went to Columbia Elementary School for awhile. The old building, made of red sandstone (as well as I can recollect), not the modern version that occupies the lot these days. I have been drunkenly reading her work, admiring the western cleanness, the spare and unsentimental way she captures the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Telling stories</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara Samuel</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;We tell ourselves stories in order to live,&#8221; writes Joan Didion in The White Album.   I was reading the book last night while I waited for my younger son to arrive home on snowy roads, reading it because I knew she would sweep me away from my worry and I could think about things [...]]]></description>
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