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Friday 18, 2014 at 12:34 pm
The American Prospect
Imagine it's 50 years from now, and you've checked into the hospital for a minor surgery that will require you to spend a couple of nights there. There's a nurses' station down the hall, but you know that the nurses are also caring for lots of other patients and may not be able to come quickly when you have a need, particularly if it isn't an emergency, like getting a hand walking to the bathroom, or having someone pick up the TV remote you dropped, or maybe getting a foot rub just because...
Friday 18, 2014 at 12:31 pm
Steve Erickson death of, Gabriel García Márquez, Opinions and Analysis, The American Prospect

Obituaries sing the praises of the departed, as they...

Friday 18, 2014 at 12:23 pm
Two abortion providers sued a Dallas hospital on Thursday, after the hospital revoked their admitting privileges. Because Texas law now requires doctors who perform abortions to have admitting privileges at a local hospital, the revocation would mean that these doctors could no longer legally perform abortions. In a letter to the doctors, Chuck Schuetz, CEO of University General Hospital–Dallas, said they were disrupting the hospital's "business and the reputation" by providing...
Friday 18, 2014 at 12:18 pm
100 Years of Solitude, Featured Videos, Gabriel García Márquez, News & Politics, Democracy Now

One of the greatest novelists and writers of the 20th century has died...

Friday 18, 2014 at 12:05 pm
Featured Videos, Gabriel García Márquez, Isabel Allende, News & Politics, Democracy Now

Chilean novelist Isabel Allende remembers the life and legacy of late...

Friday 18, 2014 at 12:00 pm
Ed. note: For National Poetry Month, we’re highlighting one feminist poem each day in April. See the whole series here. Today’s poem is ‘The Aureole’ by Nikky Finney. The Aureole (for E) I stop my hand midair. If I touch her there everything about me will be true. The New World discovered without pick or ax. I will be what Brenda Jones was stoned for in 1969. I saw it as a girl but didn’t know I was taking in myself. My hand remembers, treading the watery room, just behind...

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