Love is in the air — and on Bay beaches — as love-struck horseshoe crabs begin their annual mating ritual.
These ancient marine arthropods — despite their name, they are not crustaceans — respond to the pull of the moon and spring tides to procreate. Their spawning peaks during evening tides over three to four days centered on the full new moon dates.
Fourth-Grader Teresa Pelli shows prize-winning political instincts
“If I were mayor, I would ...”
Build sidewalks, wrote Broadneck Elementary fourth-grader Teresa Pelli, beating fourth-graders from all over the state to win Maryland Municipal League’s 11th annual “If I were mayor, I would ...” essay contest.
No less an authoritative body than the National Research Council weighed in this month on progress in restoring Chesapeake Bay. In a hefty report, the council, which is part of the National Academies of Science, delivered a sobering assessment of what would be required to achieve ambitious goals.
The Postal Service sinks its teeth into a worthy cause
The Postal Service is sick and tired of dogs monitoring the mail. Last year 5,669 postal workers were attacked by dogs in 1,400 cities throughout the U.S.
The problem is bigger than puppies going postal.
Margaret O’Brien weaves her history into her future
Art is Margaret O’Brien’s way back.
The way was long for this 55-year-old whose suffering from childhood abuse recurred as post-traumatic stress disorder. At Arundel Lodge, she found first a loving home, then help in remaking her past through art.
No one really knows why kids get cancer. But they do, some 14,000 of them a year.
Go to Parole Rotary’s Naptown barBAYq May 13 and 14, and you’ll be helping “give a chance of living a nice long life” to the 200 kids cancer sends each year to The Johns Hopkins Kimmel Cancer Center in Baltimore.
Brothers work toward their dream one panel at a time
On the Eastern shore of Maryland, brothers Josh and Mat Shockley are hard at work with vigilantes, vampire hunters and multi-dimensional travelers. The brothers aren’t in charge of a secret government lair; they’re the owners and principal artists of PLB Comics.
Taking whole wheat birthday cakes to school. Swallowing cod liver oil. Wearing hated clothing and chewing with mouths closed. Sitting up straight, no elbows on the table. Learning to read, learning to play a musical instrument.
All those loathsome things our mother made us do.
All those desirable things she wouldn’t allow.