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Bitten at the Flea Market
By: Pamela Ross
One Sunday a few months
ago I was happily flouncing around lower Manhattan (as I am known to do
on a Sunday when it's warmish and the sun is shining and the flea markets
are in full bloom), when out of the corner of my left eye, I caught sight
of a glaringly lopsided sign placed dead center in a parking lot flea market,
advertising "CLASSICAL CD's, ONE DOLLAR EACH."
Failing at Fairness
How Our Schools Cheat Girls
By: Myra and David Sadker
Review)By: Sue Reichard
Girls are the majority
of our nation's school children, but they are second-class educational
citizens. The problems they face -- loss of self esteem, decline in
achievement, and elimination of career options -- are at the heart of the
educational process. Until educational sexism is eradicated, more than half
our children will be shortchanged and their gifts lost to
society.
In the Name of Help
By: Diane Klein
(Review)By: Anitra Freeman
Shirley Allen was being
besieged in her own home by state troopers in Roby, Illinois because a
family member had complained to the courts that she was "acting strangely."
Shirley was finally taken into custody and spent over a month in a psychiatric
hospital -- a month that she will be billed for, even though she was there
against her will -- before a judge finally released her, saying that she
had never been a danger to herself or to anyone else in the first place.
The Death of Innocents
By: Richard Firstman and James Talan
(Review)By: Pat Fish
None of us more normal
humans like to live by another's agenda. But to read this gripping story
is to realize that our entire country, to include our National Institute
of Health, major teaching hospitals, parents of babies who died of the
mysterious malady "crib death," and crime investigators, have lived the
better part of the last 20 years under the agenda of one Dr.Al Steinschneider.
Traveling Women
By: Vera Marie Badertscher
The stories from my family
past are stories of travel. Great events may fade from the mind, but memory
fragments snag on a hardship of the road, a child's remark, a new view
of the world. My mother, my grandmother, my great and great-great grandmothers
were restless, curious, bold. From England to New England. From Keene,
New Hampshire to Keene, Ohio. From east to west and back again.
My Mother was Right
By: Barbara McFarland and Virginia Watson-Rouslin
(Review)By: Sue Reichard
It is the most fundamental,
yet complicated relationship. The mother-daughter relationship is as complex
as the women involved in it.
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