Tag: Chicago

Remembering My Mother's Life as a Script Girl and Hand Model for Wilding Studios

Remembering My Mother's Life as a Script Girl and Hand Model for Wilding Studios
Red. They were always red. But not just any red. Mom’s nails were postwar red. A red as moist as Marilyn Monroe’s flirty pout. A red with the durability of a fade resistant, waterproof, glossy Earl Shieb auto paint job. That positive, all-things-are-possible-red that clung to wagons, bicycles, balls, and swings in the 1950s. Some... Read more »

Life in the Windiest City in the World: Wellington, New Zealand.

Life in the Windiest City in the World: Wellington, New Zealand.
Any Chicagoan knows our city’s reputation as the “Windy City,” is about politics, not wind. In Wellington, New Zealand, however, it’s all about wind. Considered the windiest city in the world, Wellington once clocked winds at 154 mph near the city’s centre. As depicted in Solace in the Wind, a waterfront sculpture of a man leaning... Read more »

I Am A Quiet Activist Whose Reasons For Walking in the Chicago Women's March Are As Numerous and Varied As The People They Embody

I Am A Quiet Activist Whose Reasons For Walking in the Chicago Women's March Are As Numerous and Varied As The People They Embody
This is my America. I was one of the 250,000 people who assembled in Chicago on Saturday morning. I am a quiet activist, though. More of an observer than a leader. Which does not mean I am any less committed to taking action and being vigilant about the things that matter to me. Things that... Read more »
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An Interview with an Average American . . . Me

An Interview with an Average American . . . Me
Recently, one of my interviewees asked if she could interview me for her blog. She wanted to know about my life and what prompted me to begin this project. That gave me the idea to interview myself for this blog as my American interviewee. After all, I am asking people around the world to share... Read more »

The Carnival is in Town, It's My Son's Birthday, and I'm Longing to See the Ferris Wheel

The Carnival is in Town, It's My Son's Birthday, and I'm Longing to See the Ferris Wheel
The carnival came to town today, filling the streets of my town with candy-colored tents and the usual thrill rides that jerk, whizz, and clang on their revolving tracks and gears. Bells ring, music blares, and lights flash while hawkers shout out offers at varying games of chance. The smell of spun sugar and popcorn... Read more »

Chicago, Paris and the Cleansing Beauty of Snow

Chicago, Paris and the Cleansing Beauty of Snow
The forecasters were right. Today there is snow outside my window. The first of the season. It’s lovely. Fresh. Clean. Peaceful. Hidden beneath it is the refuge of fall: broken twigs, clumps of brown leaves. But not for long. Next week it will warm again and the snow will melt. The leaves and twigs will show... Read more »
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Christmas Through Irish Eyes and Song

Christmas Through Irish Eyes and Song
My ancestors came here from Ireland during the potato famine. They weren’t alone. Millions like them fanned across the country, replicating their spirit and traditions in places like Cincinnati, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and Boston. And of course, Chicago. Tucked in their hearts, they carried Irish stories and music. Wrapped them together to remind them of... Read more »

Through Ukrainian Eyes

Through Ukrainian Eyes
Finding a Ukrainian in Chicago wasn’t hard. Finding one who would talk to me about Ukraine was a bit dicier. Until I met George. Months before the crisis in Ukraine erupted, a friend introduced us. Over drinks, I asked George why  the older Ukrainian Village shop and restaurant owners always kept their distance from me... Read more »