Mary Kay O'Grady is a former high school English teacher and later owned her own public relations business, The O'Grady Group. She has lived in Oak Park for almost fifteen years. She is currently the chairperson of the Park District's Senior Advisory Committee. She thinks that the world would be a better place if everybody wore name tags, including her family. Thanks Barack and Michelle for all their support.
For several years, I've been reading, wondering and talking about the mysteries of the mind that make some people love Trump and some people hate him. What makes some people ashamed of the ongoing chaos and racism while some people unabashedly cheer him on?
Sometimes I feel like a medical Renaissance woman. In fact, the next time I have to fill out a form that asks for occupation, I'm going to put down: extensive medical treatment: examinations, hospitalizations, tests, scans, X-rays, blood work, physical therapy.
My Christmas started about a week ago on a quiet Saturday morning. As usual, I got up early, fixed coffee, turned on my Christmas lights and sat in the 14th floor windows of my high-rise, my favorite place on a winter morning.
To have a "crush" on someone: when a person of either sex who attracts and holds your attention, who you'd go out of your way to read about in the paper, watch on TV or generally "be in their corner." First, my own.
How can somebody who has huddled indoors for two months be exhausted? I am. It's the stress shared by many my age. Is it too cold to go out? What if my car gets stuck? Will I fall? If I go out this afternoon, will it be freezing and snowy when I come home tonight? Should I plan to go to the theatre next week, or will it be zero and snowy? Exhausting.
I walked into the wonderful Apple service store on Lake and Oak Park. The fellow at the counter yelled out "What's going on?" Startled, I thought maybe I looked disheveled or worse. I even turned to look back out at the street to see if there was an accident. Silly me. He was just saying "hi."