Word: breath
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...this month at the Boston Ballet, has many enchanting and delightful facets. The company members perform their dual roles of dancers and actors with admirable ease. Despite some technical problems that took place during Act One of opening night, the set falls into place and takes the audience's breath away. The choreography itself dazzles, living up to and beyond Boston Ballet's usual high standards...
...Huich'on kindergarten in central North Korea, the starving children appear almost skeletal. Nurses in Pyongyang hospitals can see their breath because the buildings have no heat. U.S. Congressman Tony Hall, on a visit to North Korea, spotted a teenage girl, so malnourished she looked like a six- or seven-year-old, picking weeds and grass to eat. Emergency food shipments from China, South Korea, Europe and the U.S. are being rushed in, but U.S. intelligence agencies warn that not enough will arrive in time to prevent tens of thousands from starving to death. North Korea, says World Food Program...
...when you combine the nation's largest fast-food chain with the hottest toy critters around? Lunchtime chaos, if kids and parents rush the Golden Arches the way they have stormed toy stores in search of Beanie Babies, the gotta-have-it-or-I'm going-to-hold-my-breath-until-I-turn-blue toy of the moment. Order a Happy Meal, and you'll get either Patti the Platypus or Pinky the Flamingo, the first two of a series of miniature Beanie Babies McD's is giving away. Get there soon. The cuddly Beanie Babies have been wildly popular...
...stands alone after Nora leaves, we feel the full impact of the play's emotionally complex climax: both triumph (a woman freed) and tragedy (a family broken), a cause for cheers and for weeping. Most theatergoers will simply let out a slow exhale, after an evening that takes the breath away...
...heart and gratitude are with the selfless School Sisters of Notre Dame in their dedication to fighting this insidious disease, which leaves no survivors and threatens us all [MEDICINE, March 24]. My husband died at the age of 67 of Alzheimer's, and within moments of his last breath, I was asked if I would donate his brain to science. My immediate reply, delivered with much anger in my grief, was an emphatic no. Many months later, I thought about what my husband's reply would have been. My hope in writing this letter is that other Alzheimer's families...