Allison had never met the woman who rang her doorbell one wet, bone-chilling Saturday morning in October. But after Allison welcomed Liz Lipman-Stern into her cozy New York City apartment, the two mothers faced each other for only a few seconds before embracing.
“Thank you,” Lipman-Stern murmured, her voice heavy with gratitude.
Allison pulled away and strode to a waist-high deep freezer in a corner of her living room. She withdrew two clear gallon-size bags, each containing smaller frozen pouches of a creamy, pale yellow liquid — Allison’s breast milk. Lipman-Stern took them gingerly and knelt to pack them into two coolers she’d brought as she and Allison exchanged tales of diaper rash. When the milk was secure, Lipman-Stern headed back out into the rain.
Read the rest of the story, about the booming market for breast milk, here.
The early part of the 1960s was a particularly harrowing time for a woman to become pregnant. From 1962 to 1965, a virus of global pandemic proportions was wreaking havoc on fetuses, causing miscarriages and birth defects, and although work on a vaccine was underway, it would not become commercially available until 1969.
The virus was rubella, and the terror it caused in the United States has largely faded from public memory. But Louis Cooper and Stanley Plotkin — doctors who were on the front lines of the epidemic and who both worked to develop vaccines for the virus — have not forgotten. In interviews, they recounted the uncertainty, fear and agonizing choices pregnant women faced during those years. The scenario is one to which a spreading outbreak of Zika virus in the Americas is starting to bear eerie resemblance, in a sign that the U.S. may not be so removed as it thinks from the scourge of infectious disease.
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(for International Business Times, Sept. 25, 2015)
NEW YORK–Joseph M. Samela Jr. came prepared Friday in hopes of seeing Pope Francis in New York City. In a small backpack he estimated weighed at least 30 pounds, he had packed 1.5 gallon of water, 3 pounds of almonds, pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds, 2 pounds of baby carrots, several pounds of string cheese and cheddar, a first-aid kit, extra socks and underwear, a toothbrush, toothpaste and floss. He also had a separate, dedicated bag for his folding camping chair and a wide-brimmed straw hat from K-Mart, its string fastened firmly under his chin.
One of the most endearingly frustrating aspects of life in Jordan is what I like to call the fratah crisis. Fratah is the local word for change – the money kind, like coins and one-dinar bills – and fratah is somehow always in short supply. Continue reading
Qatayif, a special Ramadan dessert, before cooking.
A dumpling-like dessert made only during Ramadan, the qatayif is a magical combination of textures and flavors. You can watch how they’re made below.
Amman, Jordan–How can I describe the sensation and experience of packing your life into a medium suitcase, a small duffel and a backpack, hopping on a plane and moving indefinitely to a foreign country?
Saying goodbye was emotionally brutal, bearable only because returning to Amman as a journalist (I studied here during college) is so exciting and a move I’ve wanted to make for nearly two years. Still, handling such conflicting emotions is exhausting, so despite my sadness at leaving my family and friends, finally boarding the plane to Jordan was almost a relief.
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