Word: mother
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Citizens of Communist states are well aware that their rulers give only lip service to Marxism's egalitarian ideals. But all they can do is complain and joke. One popular story in the Soviet Union tells of Party Boss Brezhnev inviting his mother to his elegant villa in the Crimea. He shows her the lavish furnishings, his yachts, art treasures and the fleet of foreign cars he has received as gifts from visiting heads of state. After a table-groaning banquet, he asks: "Well, Mama, what do you think? Not bad for your little boy?" To which the old woman...
...Incarnate). In India they are often regarded as export gurus aimed at the Western market, but in the U.S. the baby-faced Maharaj Ji, now 20, was once worshipped as the Lord of the Universe by 50,000 or so devotees of the Divine Light Mission. In 1975 his mother, Mataji, disapproving of his playboy ways and his marriage to an airline stewardess, deposed him in favor of his brother. Since then the name of the organization in the U.S. has been changed to the Spiritual Life Society, and it has been struggling to hold on to its dwindling following...
...stewed, spiced, fried, mashed, sweetened or rolled vegetables. A smiling baby lies between its parents, who sit cross-legged, eating peacefully. A little boy with a short pony tail and white robe, a Hare Krishna miniature, collects donations with a wicker basket, directed around the temple by his mother...
...sleep to the purr of the cable-TV news ticker, wear Adidas sneakers when jogging and fall in lust while shopping at Bloomingdale's. They are well-intentioned people, but they have a sad habit of wounding each other. Mazursky -whose sensibility is half John Cheever, half Jewish mother - wants to love them...
...Yorker Fiction Editor Katherine White, "Why do you sing the same sad songs all lady poets sing?" McGinley began to find her own voice and to extol the pleasures and poignancies of the hearth, Memorial Day parades, the smell of charcoal grills, the damp loafers on the lawn. "Mothers are hardest to forgive," she wrote. "Life is the fruit they long to hand you/ Ripe on a plate. And while you live,/ Relentlessly they understand you." A wife and mother who put her family before her muse, McGinley rebutted feminists who belittled homemaking. Said McGinley: "We who belong...