In My Dreams It Happens, When I

I Have A Suggestion For A New Name For The Developing World. Let's Call It The World.

Thank You Industrialization. Thank You Steel Mill. Thank You Power Station. And Thank You Chemical Processing Industry That Gave Us Time To Read Books.

My Husband Is My Most Valuable Resource.

You Don't Have To Get Rich To Have [fewer] Children. It Has Happened Across The World.

What I'm Really Worried About Is War. Will The Former Rich Countries Really Accept A Completely Changed World Economy, And A Shift Of Power Away From Where It Has Been The Last 50 To 100 To 150 Years, Back To Asia?