Posts in category "America & Me"

Protecting Us to Death; how to get away with torture and murder

What’s the difference between one out of control government agency and another. Not much. On the one hand in redacted color is the torture policy of the United States of America CIA, on the other hand are (some) police over-the-top actions by those allegedly sworn to “protect and serve”? In one, the storied CIA lied... Read more »

Saving Planet Earth Today

Saving the planet begins with my always quirky husband. “Did you see the link I sent about how to dry your hands with only one paper towel?” “Humm?” I responded. If you haven’t seen the TED video, you can. It’s a small step, but as one might suggest–one step, then two, three…and more. Soon you’re... Read more »

The Switch; or how I learned I was a victim of child abuse

In those halcyon days of the 1950s when Father knew best, my mother would punish me using The Switch. “Candace Anne Boggs,” she’d shout using my full name which signified that I was in deep trouble, “I’m gonna get The Switch.” Today I recognize it for what it was and is, child abuse. Physical child... Read more »

Shut the "F**k up; a.k.a. The Historic War on Women

It was our house guest, an archaeologist  from Argentina doing a 6-week research job at Chicago’s Field Museum, who said a mouthful. “You know how once you read about something, then you seem to read about it everywhere?” I do, Geraldine. I really do. During the past few days in a variety print magazines that... Read more »

Ode to the Plastic Shopping Bag

Chicago’s very own Grant Park Music Festival appears to have a new member of the percussion section. The man in the paid seats–and it has always been a man recently–who gripped his plastic shopping bag in his lap continually rearranging it. Throughout the concert he opened and shut it, scrunching and scratching the crackling noisy... Read more »

The Church of the Immaculate Contraception, Hobby Lobby & The Supreme Court

Stupid is as stupid talks. There goes yet another “prince” of the church (purposely not capitalized given there are so very many princes and so many churches, truly.) “Is the ability to buy contraceptives, that are now widely available — my Lord, all you have to do is walk into a 7-11 or any shop... Read more »

Redford, Aging and the Life Well Lived

Seeing the naturally aging face of Robert Redford stare out from the cover of the Sunday New York Times magazine, I consider the temporality of life. And the reality of aging; something I am forced to do every day of my life. Who is that old lady that looks surprisingly like my dead mother? That... Read more »

Spring Cleaning & the Polar Vortex

Spring cleaning in January? Why not given the Polar Vortex grounded my asthmatic lungs (and the body they are encased in). Tis the season to be culling, cleaning and organizing according to my favorite dirty secret addiction on Flipboard-Apartment Therapy. Hiking up my big girl knickers, I opened the file I’d neatly avoided for years-my... Read more »

Rebrand the Polar Vortex to the Chicago Vortex; a Doctor Who episode

If the Polar Vortex is going to move into Chicago this winter, long enough to pay property taxes and vote–I want to re-brand it to the Chicago Vortex and copyright it! Then the City of Chicago could charge for the use of the copyrighted word in the news and weather to pay for the snow... Read more »

Four Freedoms of 1941 = Hate Mail, Atheists, Minimum Wage & the NSA at Thanksgiving

On Veterans’ Day, I was reminded of FDR’s four freedoms as enumerated in his 1941 State of the Union speech. Attending a “members only” Art Institute of Chicago talk about the delicious new exhibit,  ”Art and Appetite: American Painting, Culture, and Cuisine”, a jumbotron-version of Norman Rockwell’s “Freedom from Want” exploded onto the screen. There... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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