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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Your mother was a shrink when you were growing up. What was that like? Well, Andrea, it's hard to picture my mom solving other people's problems when she's the root of most of mine. It's a challenge. In one way, I do feel that my mother did instill in me the old get-ye-to-a-shrinkery, the value of therapy and its good effect on your life. I think that's been great, but shrinks as parents is a little tough because they're not that adept at switching out the shrink hat with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Q&A: Carol Leifer, Late Bloomer | 4/30/2009 | See Source »

...customers had of the company. But, Starbuck's brand has escaped the damage of the layoff of 12,000 employees, relatively unscathed, if the modest drop in traffic is an indication. The lesson is that people will visit a beautiful home even if the owner has evicted his own mother as long as the home is well managed, and the company and cuisine at dinner are excellent...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Starbucks and the Resurrection of the Middle Class | 4/30/2009 | See Source »

...have no doubt about that. I think when women have equal qualifications, experience, capacities, they bring to the task a certain dimension that may be missing in men--a sensitivity to humankind. Maybe it comes from being a mother...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: 10 Questions for Ellen Johnson Sirleaf | 4/30/2009 | See Source »

...Back at the sewing machine, my grandmother guided the next fabric scrap under the silver foot just as she had with my mother 40 years before. Though it was 1993, and I was in Cincinnati, I was no exception to the Appalachian heritage of my family...

Author: By Lee ann W. Custer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Blanket Statement | 4/29/2009 | See Source »

...bits on hand. Because my grandmother had always made shirts, pants and dresses for her four daughters when they were children, her walk-in closet was a patchwork paradise. I sewed the fabric squares; Granny insisted that the right angles met in 90-degree perfection. (No wonder my mother became an architect.) The flashing needle tacked together vestiges of white dresses, red-checkered shorts, turquoise blue blouses and a dusty-rose colored skirt. Nothing matched, but that was the point...

Author: By Lee ann W. Custer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Blanket Statement | 4/29/2009 | See Source »

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