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		<title>A slow birthing of &#8220;Sanctified: A Memoir&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few days after my birth in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, my parents drove 27 miles south and east to Grady, the town where Mama grew up in the Mississippi Delta. I weighed 8 pounds and 6 ounces and was 21 inches long, tall for a newborn back in 1966. Mama pulled the sheet back and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/07/13/a-slow-birthing-of-sanctified-a-memoir/</link>
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		<title>Visiting Tahiti and French Polynesia&#8217;s Islands of Paradise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[PAPEETE, Tahiti &#8211; From that first whiff of fresh gardenias on board on Air Tahiti Nui’s late-night flight from LAX, our delegation’s trip from rural Indiana’s flatlands to South Pacific’s plush utopia, had already entered a new realm of sensory bliss. The flight attendants placed flowers in our ears and switched to traditional Polynesian wraps. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/06/11/the-incomparable-french-polynesia/</link>
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		<title>Small Town</title>
		<description><![CDATA[SPENCER, Ind.,- Pride festivals in San Francisco, Chicago and New York City boast hundreds of thousands of spectators every June with their go-go boys, drag queens and dykes on bikes. Courage drew activists together some forty years ago to create something out of nothing in those urban centers. Now they&#8217;re pretty much corporate organizations with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/06/07/small-town/</link>
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		<title>Reading at the San Francisco Public Library</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is my reading from the Spring of 2010 at the San Francisco Public Library:]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/05/31/reading-at-the-san-francisco-public-library/</link>
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		<title>Soul-Making Literary Competition Awards Ceremony in SF</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This has Youtube footage of my section of the reading held at the San Francisco Public Library. There were almost 40 readers that day. We were each allotted 4 minutes. I guess I went over. Again, thanks to Rowena, Jennifer, Philip, Lane, Orlando, Dan and Cupcake for all showing up to support me. It turned [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/03/30/soul-making-literary-competition-awards-ceremony-in-sf/</link>
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		<title>Intercultural Essay Win&#8230;yeah!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Congratulations, Samuel! I&#8217;m writing to let you know that you won 2nd place in the Intercultural Essay contest. I loved your essay, &#8220;A Dash of Pepper in the Snow.&#8221; It&#8217;s what I was hoping to find when I started this contest. Essays that really explore intercultural and race issues, that aren&#8217;t afraid to look at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/02/01/intercultural-essay-winyeah-2/</link>
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		<title>Roaming &#8211; - in Cuba</title>
		<description><![CDATA[HAVANA –- The woman across the restaurant looked familiar, really familiar. An author, a video auteur or maybe I had seen her in a movie. It’s of course rude to gaze at people but I was irked that I couldn’t figure out how I knew that face. My travel companion didn’t recognize her at all. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2010/01/05/roaming-in-cuba-2/</link>
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		<title>Leaving Grady, Ark&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[GRADY, Ark. &#8211; Whenever the train comes through this town, all the windows, tables and kitchen tops shake as the reverberations are felt by the people living closest to the train track. That&#8217;s my family. All of them live within a few hundred feet of it, some even closer. The noise is so deafening all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2008/05/27/leaving-grady-ark/</link>
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		<title>Congrats Dan White!!!!!!!!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Congratulations to a good buddy of mine who wrote this at Columbia. Way to go Dan! FROM PUBLISHERS WEEKLY&#8230;.. The Cactus Eaters: How I Lost My Mind—and Almost Found Myself—on the Pacific Coast Trail Dan White. Harper Perennial, $14.95 paper (384p) ISBN 978-0-06-137693-1 Traversing broiling deserts, snowy mountain passes and dank rain forests on its [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2008/03/21/congrats-dan-white/</link>
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		<title>The Best  Intention for Writing a Memoir&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A good memoir does more than dredge up secrets from the writer&#8217;s past. A good memoir filters a life through resonant narrative, and in doing so must achieve a balance between language and candor. It was not the subject matter of my memoirs that I hoped would be startling, but rather language&#8217;s capacity to name [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingaboutlives.com/2008/02/13/my-intention-for-an-upcoming-memoir/</link>
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