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...recession actually cause teenage daughters and their moms to shop peacefully together at the mall? Believe it or not, yes. At a New York City shopping center one recent June evening, Adina Armstrong, 13, and her mother Tracy sauntered out of teen retailer Aéropostale, Adina cheerily chirping away on her cell phone, Tracy happily holding a bag full of T shirts. Mom just got Adina two stylish shirts through a buy-one, get-one-free promotion. "What I like about Aéropostale is that when they have a sale, they have a sale," says Tracy. Even better...
...Azadeh Pourzand, a current Kennedy School student studying public policy, says she came to the United States with her mother at age 17, shortly before Iranian authorities jailed her father, a journalist there, for "undermining state security...
...able to pinpoint specific early risk factors to help identify kids who are vulnerable to developing anorexia - much the same way specialists can now recognize signs of autism as early as 12 months. "We are where autism was 20 years ago. There were the same discussions about the mother causing kids to be autistic, and most of the theory and treatment was based on that," says Kaye, referring to the outdated notion that autism was caused by cold, neglectful "refrigerator" mothers. "I think that anorexia is as biological as autism. It's just 20 years behind in terms of research...
Mariah Hilgart is happy, however, just to have a job right now. Although she has spent some time working with her mother at a tanning salon, the 15-year-old in Park Falls, Wis., was able to secure her first "real job" through a workforce development program in the northwestern part of the state. At $7.25 an hour, 20 hours a week, Hilgart hopes that by working at the local chamber of commerce she can - surprise - save enough money for a car. "I like the new Pontiac G6s. They're amazing," she says. Apparently Hilgart has not heard that Pontiac...
...anguished tones. The woman, older, has her face covered like so many others here: fear still remains despite the strength of numbers. I can see only red, red eyes. Chera? Chera? Why? Why? We ask who she is, what has happened. We find out that she is a mother of a young shaheed, or martyr. People reach for their phones to take a picture and the man who is comforting her beseeches them to put the cameras away, to have sympathy for her. Over the gathered shoulders I see her turn her face toward the ground...