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Devoting an entire evening to a 12-minute drive is not the only way to know you've got obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). You know it when you shrink from the sight of a kitchen knife, worried that you'll inexplicably snatch it up and hurt yourself or a family member. You know it when leaving the house consumes hours of your day because the pillows on your bed must be placed just right. You know it when you can't leave the house at all for fear of a vast and vague contamination that you can't even name...
...when she was 19 years old and pocketing four other national championships. But when she retired in 1993, Zou discovered that the coach's side of the bargain wasn't going to be met. After three years of menial jobs in the women's weightlifting team's kitchen, she was asked to leave...
...numerous TV and stage satires as the evil genius controlling Blair, Campbell has become, in his own words, "a bogey figure for the media." And now here he is, on his neat patio, dispensing tea and affability. Roses are in bloom and his tiny mother calls cheerily from the kitchen. The family spaniel nestles at Campbell's feet, regarding her master with the sappy devotion critics say Blair lavished on President Bush when he should have bared his fangs at talk...
...tiny room at the back of a Somali restaurant near Port Elizabeth's harbor, Abdi Maolin, 26, has spent 11 months lying on a dirty mattress, eating kitchen leftovers and urinating through a tube attached to his bladder. Propping himself up on his elbows, Abdi digs out a police report that describes how on June 6 last year, six men stormed a Somali grocery store where Abdi and his elder brother Mohammed worked. One shot Mohammed in the forehead, killing him. When Abdi ran, another shot him in the spinal chord, paralyzing him from the chest down. Abdi says...
...Whether it is yesterday’s unfinished newspaper still sitting on my kitchen table, or a postcard from a war years past, I like to touch my news, hear it crinkle, feel its weight in my hands. If I rub my computer screen so lovingly, it just gets dirty...