Posts in category "LIfe"

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 »

Why I didn't sue the City of Chicago

“Sue the city of Chicago” said my acquaintance. “Why not just sue ‘em!” Why not indeed. Flashbacks to the early 1990s in Westport CT, a.k.a. Beverly Hills East, when the local weekly newspaper headline told the tale of a kid suing Nintendo. What grounds? The game hadn’t lived up to little Richie Rich’s expectations. Oh... Read more »

To be a real patriot-vote on November 4, 2014

To my right-wing conservative friends, please vote. Really. As a progressive liberal, I want everyone to vote. People who give a shit, vote. Or at the very least they will try to, given the shenanigans various Republican run states are creating. So I will vote in 2014. And given that far less than half of... Read more »
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Everything is Weirder in Texas

If the south is said to be noted for it’s hospitality, the southwest state called Texas is known for its weirdness.  They even sell an overpriced tee shirt saying so at the Austin Airport. I thought I knew Texas. Hadn’t I done middle and high school in the always soggy, car-centric Houston, Texas in the... 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 »
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Why does the Chicago Tribune force me to cancel my subscription?

Old-school as we are, we have hard copy newspaper subscriptions to both the Chicago Tribune and the New York Times. Everyday PLONK goes the satisfying sound of news in glorious black & white. And anyhow how the hell do two people read different news on one iPad? It’s clearly a family thing. Our son reads newspapers... 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 »

The Best of Chicago Theatre; Sting New Musical "The Last Ship" Explodes to Life

Last night Chicago had the opportunity to see a spanking-brand new musical explode into being when the testosterone-fueled The Last Ship began previews. With music and lyrics by Sting, a book by John Logan and Brian Yorkey–the still-in-preview show has damn fine bones. Musically Sting sampled a variety of musical styles, creating a body of work that had... Read more »
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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 »
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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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