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Bay Reflections

A Father’s Day memory

Dad said let’s go fishing when Mother asked what he wanted to do on Father’s Day.     He bought fresh fishing supplies the day before. We also packed a lunch because we were going to get up early.     At 4am, Mom was fixing a thermos full of coffee for the two of them as I got myself ready. We ate a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast to hold us over until we could get in the boat and snack. Dad planned to pick up the rented boat and a trailer to haul it at 5am.

Poems for our mothers

What to say to your mother (or wife) on Mother’s Day? If your own words fail you, the anonymously crafted greeting card message will save you. If only you were a poet, you would have the right words.        What would those words be?     That’s what Bay Weekly asked eight Chesapeake poets this Mother’s Day.

Memories of boats little and big

On a robust early morning in 1958, I jumped into Chesapeake Country. We lived in Baltimore, but my father had bought a summer place in Chelsea Beach on Mill Creek. For the second year, I woke to hear the birds chattering away.     This day, I planned to take our 12-foot runabout across the Magothy River to see my friend at her uncle’s large log cabin.     I ran down the wooded path to the dock, careful not to slide or wind up tangled in a small tree.

Life on the Bay Can Be Exhausting

I rise early even on weekends, continuing the habit of a lifetime, look out and see the civil twilight and the promise of the sun. Over the flat water, dark blue now, like a sheet of glass, wisps of dark clouds with a hint of pink on the horizon in a sky of light blue. The day is already alive with morning sounds, distant traffic.

March is National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month

As my doctor read through my records during my yearly physical, he exhaled a worrisome Hmmmmmmm. That’s never good when you’re visiting a doctor.     “Let’s see,” he said. “According to your chart you turned the big Five-Oh this year.”     To me, it sounded more like the big Five-Uh-oh.

And she’s still my champion

 

Reviewer turns actor in Mrs. California

 

How the Bay Blues Festival helped me ditch the blues

 

Each week’s assortment of vegetables will be a new lesson

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