From the moment parents absorb the shock that their child may be autistic, they enter a dizzying world of specialists, therapists and, alas, purveyors of snake oil. Getting the right help quickly is paramount, but it is hard to make good decisions when you are in a panic or fighting despair
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Lucie Blackman: Death of a Hostess
On May 4, 2000, Lucie Blackman, wearing high heels and a silver and black ensemble coordinated to match her Samsonite luggage, disembarked from a 13-hour Virgin Atlantic flight from London to Tokyo and stepped into Japan’s national nightmare.
The Economy: We Are All Keynesians Now
THE ECONOMY The ideas of economists and political philosophers, both when they are right and when they are wrong, are more powerful than is commonly understood.
Sport: The Black Dominance
To say that Julius Erving jumps is to describe Beethoven as a guy who wrote music. Dr
Born Gay?
What makes people gay? To conservative moralists, homosexuality is a sin, a willful choice of godless evil.
After the Quake: Japan’s Balance of Technology and Nature
Flying to Niigata, a northern Japanese city not far from the earthquake zone I was covering, I opened the All Nippon Airways in-flight magazine and read an article in Japanese. It was a multipage ode to the rakkyo, a Japanese shallot that is usually eaten pickled.
Revamping Your Driver’s License
Let’s dispense with the mythology right up front. A driver’s license has never been just about driving.
Ghosts Of The South
It was over a lunch of Confederate fried steak in Columbia, S.C., that I realized something crucial about North and South.
Facebook and Labor Laws: Can Internet Posts Get You Fired?
Dawnmarie Souza’s comments on her Facebook page didn’t win her any points with the boss, but the rest of us owe her a debt of gratitude. In a rare test of old law on a new medium, she helped us understand just how little the online world differs from the land of bricks and mortar.
The Comedian CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Every few weeks, outside the movie theater in virtually any American town in the late 1910s, stood the life-size cardboard figure of a small tramp–outfitted in tattered, baggy pants, a cutaway coat and vest, impossibly large, worn-out shoes and a battered derby hat–bearing the inscription I AM HERE TODAY.