Economic Crisis, Care Crisis, and CHanging Dynamics of Gendered Work |
The Economic
Crisis, Care Crisis, and Changing Dynamics of Gendered Work
March 22, 2009
Abstract:
Care work lies at the heart of all
of societys wealth. It is the work of nurturi...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:54:00 GMT |
Mental Health and Community Health Funding in Multnomah County |
Funding of
Mental and Community Health Resources in Multnomah County 2009
June 7, 2009
Introduction:
An Informative Report on Funding and Availability of Mental and Community
Health ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:41:00 GMT |
The meager but beloved harvest |
happy dia de los muertos to the beloved dead and living. The white noise of the river was ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
Sunken Eye of the World |
The waves lapped hollowly against the side of the boat. Having been in this wasteland for nearly two weeks, the wooden boat was sinking lower among the floating debris, waterlogged, softening, becomin...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 00:16:00 GMT |
Health Disparities and Hope for Something Better |
bits and pieces of my final paper for nursing school. Why are some communities healthier than others? Why are there racially correlated diseases in the United States? Does your economic class and gend...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 08:26:00 GMT |
Slavery, neoliberalism, Rome, my enemies, pages and pages of stuff you will not read... |
Every year an estimated 800,000 people are bought, sold and smuggledworldwide -- part of the multibillion dollar human traffickingindustry.which does not count millions trafficked within their owncoun...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:03:00 GMT |
Dia de los muertos is coming |
The change of the seasons triggers something primal in me. I remember staring up into the hills as a kid, when the light turned yellow and it smelled like rain and cold, thinking to myself "when the t...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:08:00 GMT |
Corn |
The corn seeds that he gave to her were bred not for their nutritional content, their per acre yield, or the size of their tassled heads, but for their color. He has fields at Santo Domingo that have ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 19:22:00 GMT |
Locks and Keys |
The heavy ring of keys jingles too loudly in my pocket. The residents all eye me as I come in the door that first day, as someone allowed to come and go at will, while they are not. The door clicks sh...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 11:07:00 GMT |
Out the Window |
My mother and I were standing at a window in her dream. This was accordingto Conny, who was my mother's gossip comrade. Momand I were attempting to fly out of the window, against the winds of timeand ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 19:06:00 GMT |
