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...child, and the grief comes in layers of bitterness and regret. This was supposed to be the easy part, right? Not like getting into Harvard. Not like making partner. The baby was to be Mother Nature's gift. Anyone can do it; high school dropouts stroll through the mall with their babies in a Snugli. What can be so hard, especially for a Mistress of the Universe, with modern medical science devoted to resetting the biological clock? "I remember sitting in the clinic waiting room," recalls a woman who ran the infertility marathon, "and a woman...
...Orly's thoughts are so mild. "When I see Arabs in the mall, I feel angry that they can wander around freely without being intimidated and I can't," she says. "Sometimes I say to myself, Why aren't they suffering from terror attacks? I know there's bombardment of their towns, but there is no terror." Yoav says, "I have rage, I have anger, but I don't have any will for revenge. I don't see the benefit of it." Nor does he approve of Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon's attempt to beat the Palestinians into submission...
...fandoms" in the book category, ranging from Anne Frank to Young Jedi Knights; under music, there's writing built around everyone from David Bowie to David Cassidy. While most other fan-fiction sites are boutiques devoted to Harry Potter or The X-Files, "FFN is the giant shopping mall," says Tara O'Shea, 28, who started writing fan fiction at age 11. Says Chris Burks, creator of www.lit.org a site for original fiction writers: "There's nothing else like it. Nobody else is archiving so much or has such an open editorial policy...
...line moved slowly past fake bamboo trees decorating the mall corridor. The skinny blonde woman bounced back to tell us that we’ll have two minutes to say whatever we want to the camera. It suddenly hit me that I would have to stand in front of a camera, as well as a growing audience of shoppers, and talk about myself. My mouth went a little...
...made my way to the mall exit, I glanced over my shoulder to see Kelly smiling brightly and chirping at the camera. The guy with the clammy hands was waiting for his turn and pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. The line still extended halfway down the corridor. One of these people might end up in some exotic and deserted locale, battling for a cash prize and a place pop culture posterity. Most of them won?...