Responding to the growing need for tried-and-trusted solutions to the reproductive health care issues confronting millions of women worldwide, Obstetrics and Gynecology in Low-Resource Settings provides practical guidelines for ensuring the delivery of quality OB/GYN care to women in resource-poor countries. Including contributions from leading clinicians and researchers in the field, this welcome overview fills an important gap in existing medical literature on women's health care and will be an invaluable resource for doctors, clinicians, and medical students at all stages of their careers who work in the global health arena. The reproductive health risks that all women face are greatly exacerbated when health care facilities are inadequate, equipment and medications are in short supply, and well-trained medical staff are few and far away. Often in these settings, the sole doctor or medical professional on hand has expertise in some areas of women's reproductive care but needs a refresher course in others. This informative guide features hands-on, step-by-step instruction for the most pertinent OB/GYN conditions-both acute and chronic-that health care workers in the field confront. The authors examine a wide range of topics, including: strategies to reduce maternal mortality and stillbirths; infectious and sexually transmitted diseases, including malaria and HIV; cervical cancer; contraception; prenatal, delivery, and newborn care; and complications arising from gender-based violence and female genital cutting. Published in a convenient format with a durable binding, this reference will be an essential companion to health care providers throughout the world.

Chopin remembered Vienna as the city where he had made an instant success with his music, so when, after years at home in Warsaw, he returned to Vienna he was heartsick to find only a cool welcome awaiting him. Vienna wanted to dance and sing and forget war...and Poland was on the brink of war. In Paris, however, Chopin found himself warmly welcomed; his concerts became the vogue; his days were crowded with both gayety and the work he loved. Years passed and the world hailed his greatest compositions. Then ill health began making inroads on his time, and he went to Majorca, England, Scotland, seeking relief. However, time was running out, and, at the peak of his career, the great composer and pianist died in Paris, the city he loved. Thus, simply, yet with drama is completed this excellent two-volume biography of one of the world's greatest artists.

Frederic Chopin, celebrated pianist and probably the greatest composer for the piano the world has ever known, was born in a little cottage in Poland on the estate of Count Skarbek, whose children were tutored by his father, Nicolas Chopin.The child loved music from babyhood and when the family moved to Warsaw a few years after his birth, he was placed under the tutelage of the best masters of music in Poland. His astounding performance in playing the solo part of a difficult concerto with the full Warsaw orchestra when only nine years of age marked little Frederic as the genius he was. Through the early years to that momentous day in Vienna when his playing at the theater of Count Gallenberg actually launched his career as a major figure in the world of music, Frederic Chopin's childhood and boyhood are dramatically presented. Frederic Chopin, Son of Poland, Later Years completes the great man's life story.

Possibly the formal study of book plates can be dated to the work of Lord de Tabley in the 1880s. He attempted a schema of British plates, starting with the pre-Reformation period and identifying Jacobean, Queen Anne and Georgian styles. Plates as a reflection of the times have continued to multiply and, with the advent of the ebook, a growing number of plates are appended to electronic books. Royal bookplates, as this volume illustrates, are an important aspect of the subject. A Guide to the Study of Book-Plates (Ex-Libris), by Lord de Tabley (then the Hon. J. Leicester Warren M.A.) was published in 1880 in London by John Pearson of 46 Pall Mall. The book established what is now accepted as the general classification of styles of British ex-libris: early armorial (previous to Restoration, exemplified by the Nicholas Bacon plate); Jacobean, a somewhat misleading term, but distinctly understood to include the heavy decorative manner of the Restoration, Queen Anne and early Georgian days (the Lansanor plate is Jacobean); Chippendale (the style above described as rococo, tolerably well represented by the French plate of Convers); wreath and ribbon, belonging to the period described as that of the urn, &c.

Damian Crockett lives with his parents and younger sister, Bianca. They dote on Bianca, while despairing of their moody teenaged son. During a family outing Damian meets two aliens called Plingklopt and Plongklopt. Their spaceship is powered by laughter, so Damian asks a group of comedians to go back to Kloptronia with them telling jokes, in exchange for the gold the aliens can create from raw energy. The aliens' little brother, Plug, has been accidentally left behind. With his neighbour, eleven year old Cressida Parker's help, Damian helps Plug to contact them and they arrange to meet in the local supermarket car park at midnight. It should have been simple but things do not go according to plan.

'Dear Dennis.I love you; A widow's journey through the seasons of grief' is a compilation of letters written to my husband shortly after he died. My grief work consisted of doing many things to try to lessen the pain. One of the things I did that actually intensified the pain, yet at the same time softened the blow, was write letters to Dennis. He had been my best friend for over 30 years. I didn't know how I was going to handle the horrible devastation of my loss without having my best friend here to help me through it. I needed him more than I ever needed him before. I desperately wanted to talk to him and I thought it might help to write to him. I wrote 332 letters over the next 3 years. I think there may have been a part of me that thought he might answer my letters but all have gone unanswered. It was extremely hard to share a pain with him that words really can't describe - but I kept writing and he was always there for me to pour my heart out to. The following are excerpts from the letters in the book: August 9, 2002 Dear Dennis, Today I got a letter from the Organ Donation Company. They let me know that your corneas have been transplanted into two local elderly women. And somebody else got your skin. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't stop crying. I wish they hadn't told me. I hate when the reality of your death hits me. I need to pretend you'll be back. I can't stand knowing that you've really died - and now I know someone else has a piece of you. I suppose that should provide some comfort. But it doesn't. It makes it too real. All your things are still where you left them. I'm just waiting for you to come home. I wait and I wait because if I stop waiting then you won't return. I can't say goodbye Dennis. I keep doing things as though you'll be back. I make sure every decision I make is one that you will approve. I don't want you to be upset when you come home. I know I sound crazy but I need to think this way for now. Reality is too painful and I can't function with all that pain. I love you. August 18, 2002 Dear Dennis, I woke up this morning already crying and I haven't been able to stop. I've cried non-stop for twelve hours. I can hardly see out of my swollen eyes. I try to stop thinking about it but I can't get you off my mind. I called you on your work phone. Your voice message was still there. You said "please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." I doubled over in pain. I thought I was coping but I'm not. I hurt so badly I was alone all day. I literally started screaming at the top of my lungs. I no longer have control of my emotions. Will the pain ever go away? I love you . September 16, 2002 Dear Dennis, Life is not funny anymore and I find myself getting annoyed by happy, funny people. I want people to just let me cry on their shoulder. I don't want anyone to try to cheer me up. That's too stressful for me. I'd rather be around people that have been through this. There's comfort being around others who understand but there's sadness too. I don't really know what I need. Except for brief moments of 'okayness', nothing seems to satisfy me. I wish those moments of 'okayness' would increase. Most of the time, I'm pretty miserable. Time is supposed to heal all wounds but it's been almost three months and there's no relief. The only thing that would stop this pain would be you coming home. I still can't believe you're gone for good. I hate that expression 'Gone for Good?' It's not good you're gone. It's horrible and oftentimes so unbearable I can't stand it. I hate this so much I'm trying so hard to be brave and it takes everything out of me. I wish so badly that you'd come home. I need you so much I love you October 1, 2002 Dear Dennis, I've now been without you for July, August and September. I'm constantly feeling like I'm forgetting to do something or I'm supposed to be somewhere. Before you died, I used to always have you on my mind - thinking I need

'Dear Dennis.I love you; A widow's journey through the seasons of grief' is a compilation of letters written to my husband shortly after he died. My grief work consisted of doing many things to try to lessen the pain. One of the things I did that actually intensified the pain, yet at the same time softened the blow, was write letters to Dennis. He had been my best friend for over 30 years. I didn't know how I was going to handle the horrible devastation of my loss without having my best friend here to help me through it. I needed him more than I ever needed him before. I desperately wanted to talk to him and I thought it might help to write to him. I wrote 332 letters over the next 3 years. I think there may have been a part of me that thought he might answer my letters but all have gone unanswered. It was extremely hard to share a pain with him that words really can't describe - but I kept writing and he was always there for me to pour my heart out to. The following are excerpts from the letters in the book: August 9, 2002Dear Dennis, Today I got a letter from the Organ Donation Company. They let me know that your corneas have been transplanted into two local elderly women. And somebody else got your skin. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't stop crying. I wish they hadn't told me. I hate when the reality of your death hits me. I need to pretend you'll be back. I can't stand knowing that you've really died - and now I know someone else has a piece of you. I suppose that should provide some comfort. But it doesn't. It makes it too real. All your things are still where you left them. I'm just waiting for you to come home. I wait and I wait because if I stop waiting then you won't return. I can't say goodbye Dennis. I keep doing things as though you'll be back. I make sure every decision I make is one that you will approve. I don't want you to be upset when you come home. I know I sound crazy but I need to think this way for now. Reality is too painful and I can't function with all that pain. I love you.August 18, 2002Dear Dennis, I woke up this morning already crying and I haven't been able to stop. I've cried non-stop for twelve hours. I can hardly see out of my swollen eyes. I try to stop thinking about it but I can't get you off my mind. I called you on your work phone. Your voice message was still there. You said "please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." I doubled over in pain. I thought I was coping but I'm not. I hurt so badly I was alone all day. I literally started screaming at the top of my lungs. I no longer have control of my emotions. Will the pain ever go away? I love you .September 16, 2002Dear Dennis, Life is not funny anymore and I find myself getting annoyed by happy, funny people. I want people to just let me cry on their shoulder. I don't want anyone to try to cheer me up. That's too stressful for me. I'd rather be around people that have been through this. There's comfort being around others who understand but there's sadness too. I don't really know what I need. Except for brief moments of 'okayness', nothing seems to satisfy me. I wish those moments of 'okayness' would increase. Most of the time, I'm pretty miserable. Time is supposed to heal all wounds but it's been almost three months and there's no relief. The only thing that would stop this pain would be you coming home. I still can't believe you're gone for good. I hate that expression 'Gone for Good?' It's not good you're gone. It's horrible and oftentimes so unbearable I can't stand it. I hate this so much I'm trying so hard to be brave and it takes everything out of me. I wish so badly that you'd come home. I need you so much I love you October 1, 2002Dear Dennis, I've now been without you for July, August and September. I'm constantly feeling like I'm forgetting to do something or I'm supposed to be somewhere. Before you died, I used to always have you on my mind - thinking I need

Judaea in approximately AD30 is presided over by the Roman Procurator, Pontius Pilate. Pilate is a ruthless man who enjoys the intricate and violent power games required to keep control over the rebellious Jews. Others are eager to claim the title 'King of the Jews' and so Pilate uses a Jewish spy, Judas Iscariot, to infiltrate his real and imagined enemies But now Judas has seemingly commited suicide. Pilate is unconvinced and summons to Jerusalem the centurion Cornelius to investigate. To ensure the Procurator's involvement remains secret, the investigation is carried out under cover of retrieving a missing slave girl, Ruth, who had been in Judas' possession. As Cornelius uncovers Judas' intricate involvement with the political and religious leaders of the region, he meets the beautiful Jewess, Mary, and her charismatic teacher, Jesus of Nazareth.

From the time he was a little boy, playing with his beloved cat, Ziff, in his home village in Saxony, until he became the famous composer, friend of Mendelssohn, Chopin, and Liszt, Robert Schumann lived happily and pleasantly.Unlike many of his contemporaries, he had few major problems to overcome. His work, his family life, all brought him the reward of renown and joy. Even the stiff finger which virtually ended his career as a musician was the means of emphasizing his genius as a composer.Opal Wheeler has written a most engaging story for children of the great man's life, and the carefully chosen selections from his compositions which have been added, make this a distinguished acquisition to any young reader's library.