Sharing Gifts in the Global Family of Faith:One Church´s Experiment Pakisha Tshimika
Siblings and Sharing- Children´s Family Life Books: Baby Professor
Drawing from a wide range of material and socio-legal methods, this collection brings together original essays written by internationally renowned scholars investigating emerging patterns in the shape and form of the legal regulation of domestic relations
A collection of personal family letters written from great entrepreneurs to their family members about business, success and life. In Sharing Wisdom, Building Values we learn directly through their own words.
Sharing Puglia transports you to the sun-kissed Puglia region of the southern coast of Italy. A collection of the quintessential culinary delights of Puglia, the recipes in this fresh and modern cookbook focus on delectable dishes perfect for sharing with friends and family
The Cousins - Sharing centers around three cousins growing up in a family. The two older cousins, Amberly and Xavier, grew up together from babies and the youngest cousin, Braxton, has to find in place in the dynamic of his sister and cousin. They all get their first lesson - SHARING when they spend a weekend with their Grandmother.
Myra Strober became a feminist on the Bay Bridge, heading toward San Francisco. It is 1970. She has just been told by the chairman of Berkeley´s economics department that she can never get tenure. Driving home afterward, wondering if she got something out of the freezer for her family´s dinner, she realizes the truth: she is being denied a regular faculty position because she is a mother. Flooded with anger, she also finds her life´s work: to study and fight sexism, in the workplace, in academia, and at home. Strober´s generous memoir captures the spirit of a revolution lived fully, from her Brooklyn childhood (and her shock at age twelve when she´s banished to the women´s balcony at shul) to her groundbreaking Stanford seminar on women and work. In the 1970s, the term "sexual harassment" had not yet been coined. Occupational segregation, quantifying the value of work in the home, and the cost of discrimination were new ideas. Strober was a pioneer, helping to create a new academic field and founding institutions to establish it. But she wasn´t alone: she benefited from the women´s movement, institutional change, and new federal regulations that banned sex discrimination. She continues the work today and invites us to join her. The book is published by MIT Press."Both women and men will find a friend in these pages." (Gloria Steinem)"Strober´s compelling story is a page-turner, a home run! It should be required reading in business, law, and all of the social sciences." (Irma Herrera, former Executive Director, Equal Rights Advocates)"In this beautifully written book, Myra Strober deftly combines her personal story with the changes in women´s lives during the last part of the twentieth century… A wonderful read." (Lotte Bailyn, MIT Sloan; author of Breaking the Mold: Redesigning Work for Productive and Satisfying Lives) 1. Language: English. Narrator: Laura Jennings. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/082670de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Four years ago, Jeremy and Alice committed the ultimate taboo. After being forced to share a bed during a family reunion, brother and sister crossed the line from siblings to lovers. Swept up in a sexual fever hotter than either had felt before, they struggled to keep their relationship a secret from their family. Now Alice is married, and Jeremy is an award-winning author, but their feelings for each other havent faded. Can they leave the past behind, or will they rekindle their forbidden romance?----- PG Excerpt -----Her fingers slid over my tricep as I sat down at the counter again. You were always in good shape, she said. Dont play the false modesty card with me.No, no, no, I shot back. Youre the one who keeps saying shes gross. Thats the pot calling the kettle black.Oh? She took a sip of cocoa. So youre saying were both super-ultra-mega-hot and should stop pretending to be mere mortals?Weve already established youre a garbage person. Just be satisfied that youre a better looking garbage person than most.She tried not to smile too much into her mug. You do think I look okay, though?I squeezed her hand. What do you want me to say? Tell me what it is and Ill say it, but weve already agreed that we... Saying the rest was harder than I thought. I felt the lump rise in my throat.She chanced another shy glance in my direction. I know, she said. I know, I just...everything thats happened over the last year... She shut her eyes tight, trying to squeeze the memories out of her ears. Ive thought about you so many times. And I wanted to call just to hear your voice. But I didnt, because I was worried youd... I thought maybe you were mad at me.Not mad, I said. Just the opposite. We opened a door and it was tough going back through it.This time the glance wasnt shy at all. It was honest and sad, and steadfast. I never went back through the door, Jeremy.It was a relief to hear her say that. What wed shared four years ago was deeper and more powerful than any relationship Id ever had. I spent a long time trying to let that go, I said. Yeah... She set down her mug and pulled a loose bang behind her ear. Is it okay if I stay here, though? Not for long, just...for now?Of course, I said. I told you that.And whats the rule about sleeping in the same bed?I hadnt expected that, but there it was. For the first time she looked like her old self; she had that same mischievous smile Id grown up with, loved, and then loved in a whole new way when wed become more than siblings. The uncomfortable lump in my throat was joined by an even more uncomfortable lump in my pants, and my heart started to race. Do you really think thats a good idea, I said, after what happened last time?She nodded vigorously. No, yeah, totally. I was just joking. I know thats not appropriate. Just trying to lighten the mood.I frowned at her, and she shot a mocking frown back at me. I was the first one to break, and it was good to see her smile again. Will you hug me again, at least? she asked. I did, and she rested her face against my chest again, carefully avoiding the wet spot from last time. And make me a fire, she said in her most petulant voice. I demand a fire, big brother.It was cute, but she had already begun playing a dangerous game. The way she said big brother would always carry with it a dirty, ulterior meaning. She hadnt called me that for years. Not since the last time we were alone together on a winter night just like this...
Sharing Care:The Integration of Family Approaches with Child Treatment Robert Ziegler, Andrew Bush