Deb Quantock McCarey is a freelance writer who has worked with Wednesday Journal Inc. since 1995, writing features and special sections for all of its publications, including Chicago Parent. As a "green" person who chooses to ride her bike and walk to work and everywhere else year-round, Deb has also completed two Chicago Marathons. In addition to that, she is an avid urban gardener, an active participant in social justice issues and involved in several community service projects, many of which she has written about on her blog, Deb's Big Backyard. She is also a writer/producer at Lyman Street Productions (www.lymanstreetproductions.com), and a mother of two grown sons who resides with her spouse, Kevin, and their big dog and two small, bossy cats in Oak Park.
Just in time for Halloween, here's a horror story that might make you squirm in your seat — or bed. It's a cautionary tale about bedbugs, Cimex lectularius, those quarter-inch-long, six-legged, reddish-brown, apple-seed-shaped, wingless insects that live in mattresses and as parasites, love to sup on our blood at night.
It is the season of nearby bright and festive holiday arbor and garden illuminations in popular public spaces in Brookfield, Glencoe,Chicagoand Lisle. All of these family-friendly events run through the end of the year.
Call me crazy, but recently being all bundled up and heading into Chicago from Oak Park to stand in a cold street with a huge crowd of shivering, but warm-hearted strangers who are singing carols and collectively anticipating the thrill of watching a Chicago mayor throw a switch to light a single, 57-foot Christmas tree, is the holiday cheer that annually kicks off my season.