Thursday, August 28, 2025

Cast Aside Thoughts and Prayers


 


The violence that we are inflicting on our children, both here and abroad, is so reprehensible and morally shameful.

No child should be shot while praying. Or shot at all.

How can the United States rapidly decrease its VIOLENCE FOOTPRINT?

That's the question we should be asking, answering, and implementing solutions around in our legislative halls, Oval Office, pews, corporate suites, homes, and educational institutions.

May we pray with our action.

BE LOVE

Bernice A. King

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King, whose childhood memories include the massacre of little girls in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing and the brutal assassination of her own father, speaks from painful experience. Notice how she says:

“The violence we are inflicting on our children, both here and abroad…”

 - - because she knows and acknowledges that they are all our children. No exceptions, no omissions, no carve-outs for those we don’t care about or place value upon. They are all our children and we are responsible. 

Our love and our prayer, King says, must be action. 

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The following reference is sadly becoming my equivalent to The Onion’s “ ‘No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens” article.  It is written from the viewpoint of a teacher required to participate in an active shooter drill at school.

Final Thoughts

This is the world I’m giving my daughter. A world of mass shooters and death unprepared, where school and church, mall and workplace are all potential pits of blood and bodies. What kind of a parent am I? How can I simply pack her into a car and drop her off when I know I can do nothing to protect her?


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"Everything we don't address in society lands in a teacher’s lap." Nelba Márquez-Greene, LMFT

Marquez-Greene founded the AnaGraceProject “…as a response to the tragedy that took her daughter’s life in Sandy Hook, CT on 12/14/12.”



Promoting love, community and connection family
for every child and family.

At The Ana Grace Project, we know that communities are healthier and safer when we:

1) Value relationships and connection -> reducing social isolation
2) Teach tools for empathy, self regulation and self care
3) Move, play and create
4) Respect diversity
5) Provide help, hope and information
6) Promote acts of service

The "Love Wins" movement of The Ana Grace Project recognizes that all children/families have stories and every story has value. We believe that all children and families can succeed with proper supports - and healthy relational networks are essential. Through our partner schools, professional development and music/arts initiatives - The Ana Grace Project reaches thousands of children, families and providers in education, medicine, mental health/social services and the private sector.

Love wins. It also saves lives.

You’ll notice there’s no reference to “thoughts and prayers” there. That’s because they are passive. 

And love is not. Love is an active verb.


Wednesday, August 27, 2025

The New Housing Trend



This week I learned that it is possible to talk about the shortage of housing without having the whole world crash down on you. Really. It’s easy once you know the secret.

Thanks to all the kids and families who joined the Conservancy at Belmont last weekend to combat the fairy housing shortage. With natural materials that our volunteers gathered, little ones planned and built their fairy village in the pine forest. Now we just need patience and a quiet dark night for the fairies to choose their abodes!



Yes, there it is: a fairy housing shortage. You can relax now.  No one is going to come along and ask what color the fairies are or demand that the fairy children go to someone else’s school or live in someone else’s neighborhood. 

It’s a perfectly lovely and playful experience - - immersed in nature and imagination. The children who participated probably have a strong concept of home and that everyone needs one. Why not fairies?

Today: building fairy houses. Tomorrow? Plan Howard Academy.

Applications Now Open for PlanHoward Academy Fall 2025


The Academy is an award-winning planning course designed by the Department of Planning and Zoning that educates residents on how the planning and land development process works. The free, five-week course includes in-class instruction, hands-on learning exercises and take-home materials. Taught by professional planners and legal experts, the Academy provides residents with a thought provoking, interactive curriculum focused on the underpinnings of land development in Howard County.

Yes, it says “hands-on learning exercises” but somehow I don’t think you’ll get to make Fairy Houses. Still…perhaps there’s an adult equivalent. I’m all for hands-on learning. 

Interested? Apply here. The deadline to apply is Sunday, September 7th at 11:59 pm.  Don’t put it off til the last minute, or you just might turn into a pumpkin. 


Images from Woodlark Blog


Tuesday, August 26, 2025

No Wait





I moved to Columbia in 1999 and one of the first lessons I learned was that there was no point in trying to go out to dinner on Friday nights. Everyone in Howard County had the same idea. Local restaurants at the time did not take reservations. If you risked it, you would be on a wait list. Wait, wait, wait. 

Doing this with kids (or in uncomfortable shoes) was a nightmare. Light-up coasters provided no consolation. Staying home was the better option. 

Since then the number and variety of restaurants in our area has increased dramatically. This is a purely anecdotal observation. I cannot quote you exact figures. But I feel like we reached a point where there were enough options to ameliorate the Friday night dilemma.

COVID wreaked havoc on the food service industry everywhere. Some local restaurants weren’t able to overcome the health and financial challenges. All the while, locals were agitating for less restrictions, more restaurants being open, more opportunities for them to “get back to normal.”

This fascination persists. Howard County remains excited about going out to eat and perpetually abuzz with any news of the opening of new restaurants.

I saw this post on the Howard County reddit this week:

How do all these restaurants survive? What's your favorite?

I have been living here for a year now and just flabbergasted by how many chains and restaurants are here and just wonder how they all survive?

My response: 

They don’t all survive, sadly. COVID took a bunch of them. I think we may see another wave of closures due to 1) job loss in the civil service sector and 2) persecution/disappearing of nonwhite restaurant workers. If there are places you love dearly, support them and talk them up!

People who have lost their jobs can’t afford to go out to eat and restaurants whose workers are being kidnapped off the street can’t continue to operate.

The perfect storm, eh?

If the goal is to support local business economies across the country, what is happening now is not it. If the goal is to make the most people suffer, these actions are, as they say, “chef’s kiss.”

What will be the long term impact? 


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Monday, August 25, 2025

Reliable Sources


 

It’s the first day of school in the Howard County School system. Though I haven’t been in school for a long time, and my own kids have graduated, there are still some traditions that feel familiar: picking out a first day of school outfit, perhaps, packing a lunch, riding a school bus, gathering on a playground. 

You hope you will have friends. You hope your teacher will like you. You hope that what you will be doing for the next school year is interesting or at least not so hard that you will be miserable. You may be looking forward to gym class more than math class. You may come to school drawn to music and the arts. You may be looking forward to the sweet relief of knowing you will have breakfast and lunch every day.

Some things are very different. The current presidential administration is dismantling the Department of Education. Funding for schools is being withheld, and vital resources being used to manipulate how states  educate their children. Our students are going back to schools which are, at the very least, struggling with a million uncertainties. 

It’s not just uncertainty, it’s fear. Students need adult role models and mentors who accept them and support them. This is more than an issue of emotional wellbeing; it’s deeply connected to academic progress. Now that national government is overtly targeting schools, teachers, and librarians for accepting people and ideas which have now been declared unacceptable - - how will that change the educational environment in schools where, in  addition to being overworked, the adults around them are also afraid? Can fearful adults function confidently as reliable and trustworthy educators?

Another big change is the way that AI and ChatGPT are challenging what it means to learn and create authentically. Young people receive a steady flow of messages online that ChatGPT will make schoolwork easier. Yet those messages don’t include the truth that AI is fallible and routinely turns out answers with errors. They also don’t reveal that using AI instead of reading the book or writing the report shortchanges your brain and compromises your learning. 

You may receive credit for turning in an assignment but you walk away with nothing of lasting benefit for yourself. 

I came away from my years of schooling with the knowledge that it was important to check your work, and equally important to assess the validity of your sources. A report on current events is going to look different if it is based on a tabloid newspaper instead of a fact-checked, well-researched article by a professional journalist, for instance. Examining different sources, comparing information, forming ideas - - and being able to prove what you are putting forward - -  are not just about learning “content.”

All of those are crucial components of developing critical thinking skills. Whether you will eventually be college bound, choose a trade, or work in the service industry, you need critical thinking skills to make good life choices, improve along your career path, and participate in democracy. 

If you want to learn and grow you need reliable sources. By now you know I’m not just talking about The Reader's Guide to Periodical Literature. If schools are stripped of adequate funding they become unreliable as sources of student support. If teachers are stripped of the autonomy to accept and champion all students they become unreliable as sources of student learning. 

If public school education itself depends on AI/ChatGPT as a content delivery mode then it becomes unreliable as a source for developing critical thinkers and nurturing active participants in a healthy democracy.

None of this is happening by chance.

If you are deeply committed to public education this is a difficult time. The things we believe in, that we have worked towards all our lives, are under attack. We don’t know what that will mean for the future. It’s a horrible image to consider on the first day of school. Yet, it is the truth. 

But it is not the only truth. 

In our schools and in many others across the country there will also be successes, and compassion, and the deep commitment to facilitate, challenge, and inspire. And in many homes parents will provide care, teach empathy, and encourage divergent thinking and intellectual freedom. 

Every success is like a flower pushing its way through the cracks in a sidewalk. The blooming of children will not be stopped, the work of teachers cannot be suppressed, the power of education cannot be quenched.

Celebrate every success. 


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Sunday, August 24, 2025

The Blaze in the Night

 




First, the good news: the house was unoccupied. You need to know that before I post the photo.


Photo shared on Howard County Department of Fire and Rescue Services Facebook page


And here’s the post:

Howard County Department of Fire and Rescue Services:

Yesterday at approximately 10:00 p.m. firefighters responded to the 3100 block of Saint Charles Place, Ellicott City. Units arrived to find heavy fire throughout the structure. The house is located in a wooded area so crews additionally worked to extinguish surrounding trees and brush.                             

The house was unoccupied. There were no reported injuries to firefighters. Crews will remain on scene for an extended time for searches and overhaul.

Fire investigators from the Office of the Fire Marshal have started their investigation into the cause and origin of the fire. We received mutual aid from Baltimore County and Carroll County.

Something about Saint Charles Place rang a bell and I remembered vaguely a house that was for sale years ago. I fell in love with it with the kind of wishful thinking that keeps you from acknowledging that your fantasy house is too large to keep clean. 

Dream Home Ellicott City: Modern Design at 3173 Saint Charles Place, Ellicott City Patch, Brandie Jefferson 

I enjoyed the fantasy of turning it into an arts school and performance space. That’s what imagination is for, after all. I daydreamed, I bought a lottery ticket. Time passed. I forgot all about it.

When I saw the report today I immediately wondered if this was the house. I don’t know. I did some digging around and discovered two things.

1. Most of the houses on Saint Charles Place look nothing like my dream house. I’d love to understand the big picture of how that neighborhood was developed.

2. Saint Charles Place as a residential neighborhood is connected to another fire which occurred in 1911 and did a great deal of damage to St. Charles College, a Roman Catholic seminary. The ruins of that fire are called the Terra Maria Ruins and exist, from what I gather, as a sort of park.

Again, I have no way of knowing if the house in question is the particular one that caught my fancy back in 2013. The news of the fire dredged up those memories and piqued my curiosity once again.

Still, no matter whose house it is, it is sad news. And it looks like a very large fire that took a supplemented force to subdue it. I’m grateful for the work of the firefighters and relieved that no one was in the house.


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Saturday, August 23, 2025

The Last Saturday


Here we are again. The last Saturday before school starts.
 
Temperatures will be moderate, although humidity will be high and the pollen count is extra high. You can’t have everything, I suppose. Many families will be busy with back to school activities this weekend but there still may be room for a bit of fun around town. 

There are quite a few food-oriented events today: 

Kupcakes & Company in Elkridge is throwing a 15 year birthday celebration.

Celia’s Cuban Cuisine is having a Salsa Bachata Day party, which is just as much about music and dancing as is it about food. 

A Home of Our Own Howard is holding a restaurant day fundraiser at Jason’s to support their programming.

And of course there are the usual Farmers’ Markets in Clarksville and Ellicott City.

Head over to Savage Mill for the Family Plena Workshop  with the amazing folks from Cultura Plenera.

Make some music with the Columbia Pro Cantare at their Summer Sing Along.

Enjoy a program of big band swing music with the Patuxent Jazz Band.

If a movie is more your speed, you can catch The Princess Bride this evening at The Win Bin.

The usual disclaimer: this is only a sampling. Take a look at your Facebook Events section and the Visit Howard County events listing for more. The Baltimore Banner has been running a weekly “what to do this weekend” article for Howard County readers and, over on Instagram, The Columbia Mom has a pretty comprehensive weekend list. 

My listings are notoriously weak on sports, “night life”, and alcohol-centric venues. So…just because you don’t see it here doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. On any given weekend there’s just about something for everyone in our community. 

Whether you find that thought exciting or exhausting - - at least it’s available. Opportunities abound.


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Friday, August 22, 2025

F ³: Lunch Break Blues


 

Gosh, I’d like to write about something humorous today. 

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Wryly humorous: a teacher posted that she would need to take time off to have a filling repaired and that the dental receptionist asked, “can’t you just pop over on your lunch break?” 

If you are a teacher you will feel this viscerally.

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Speaking of school lunches, what do you pack for someone who doesn’t have anough time to eat one? I am running out of ideas. 

There is much bemoaning of the tendency of children to be picky eaters. And it’s not wrong. I have eaten lunch daily with hundreds of children and can attest that they can be…particular. But so can adults, although we don’t talk much about that.

So you don’t have time to eat and you are, as an adult, pretty clear on what you do or don’t want to eat. And is is, frankly, limited. Lunch at work is not when you want to be encouraged to try new foods. 

What’s for lunch?

The trend towards grazing has made it easier to pack a variety of small snacks instead of the traditional sandwich. This can be extremely helpful for kids and adults. A little bit of this and that can strike a balance between fun and healthy. 

However, let’s not assume that most of the folks who pack the lunches are the Pinterest/Instagram-certified-type. Luckily most adults are not being judged by their coworkers on the cuteness of their lunch box.

For that matter, many adults I know would be horrified to open their lunch at work to reveal smiley face finger sandwiches, artistically carved veggies and a funfetti squeezy yogurt. Don’t even get me started on cute Happy Notes. My teacher spouse would be mortified.

Actually, I’d be thrilled to get a lunch like this - - at least once - - but that may be because I have never truly reached adulthood. Give me a Happy Note, stickers even. No glitter, please.

I eat lunch alone for the most part these days and I’m not sad about that. I gave at the office. After years and years of eating with students I have had every possible lunchroom experience you can name and am still smarting from the rage of the child who did not get a maraschino cherry in her cup of fruit cocktail. 

I am happy to a pack a lunch for someone else. If only I could find a variety of appealing, affordable items that can and will be consumed easily and are still somehow a healthy part of a balanced diet. 

I read yesterday that good food tastes like love. Everyone needs that, I think. Imagine how much good just that one thing could do for your day. Or someone else’s. 

Ideas? Send them my way.


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Thursday, August 21, 2025

Normal Folks



I’m sure you are aware by now that there was a shooting in Columbia Tuesday evening, in the Merriweather District. Gun fatalities in our community are frightening and tragic. They also mean big clicks and engagement for local media outlets so they push them over and over into our social media feeds. 

I’ve written about this phenomenon before. I won’t belabor the point.

There’s plenty of talk online about the kinds of places in Howard County which are deemed safe compared to those that are assumed to be unsafe. I can tell you one thing: the place in Howard County where I feel the most unsafe is the comments section of the Howard County Police Department on Facebook. 

One of the responses to the report of Tuesday’s shooting caught my attention.

The past couple of homicides have been at the mall and now in the newest part of Columbia. Normal folks are not safe.

Normal folks are not safe.

Today I’d like to ask a question. Who are normal folks, and why does that matter? Because: it really, really matters.

Probably the defining lie of the current administration in Washington is rooted in this - - that there is such a thing as Normal People and it is Us. And if you aren’t us, you don’t have rights. You aren’t protected under the law, you aren’t included in the law, and your suffering is unimportant. You aren’t a real human because you are not normal. 

Examples of the “not normal” targeted so far include: anyone who is not white, LGBTQIA people, those who were not born here and “look suspicious”, the poor, the homeless, the physically disabled and developmentally/cognitively disabled…

This assumption flies in the face of basic human rights: that all human beings have rights simply by being human. 

Daily we are told by those in power that it doesn’t matter if those people are suffering because we don’t like those people, we don’t care about those people. They are not like us. And this applies to our foreign policy as well. We are told to ignore the targeted slaughter and starvation of children in Palestine because they aren’t the right sort of people to care about.

All that matters is us. White us, selfish us, narrow-minded us, angry and entitled us. 

If we had to call this out every time we saw it we would be very, very busy. It is overwhelming. But the propagation of this falsehood poisons our nation and pollutes our communities. There are not two classes of beings. We are responsible for protecting everyone’s rights.

And that also means prisoners’ rights, immigrants’ rights, and even the rights of people we really, really don’t like.

When there is a shooting in Howard County we should care no matter where it happens or who is harmed. I honestly can’t comprehend the mindset of those who believe that there should be some kind of extra special immunity from harm because they are a card carrying member of the Normal Class. 

Once you accept the drawing of those lines you tend to forget that the people who make them believe they have the ability to change them at will. 

A friend of mine is rereading George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Oh how, I hated that book when we read it in school: the meanness. The injustice. 

That’s probably why it’s time to read it again.


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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Has Watermelon Been Cured?



It all started with a watermelon

Well, that’s not exactly true. It started with an email from Cured/18th&21st  announcing their new chef.

Harry Doyle Here - Introducing Chef Christina - And Restaurant Weeks!

Below the information were their Restaurant Week menus. Take a look at the first item.


Starters: Compressed Watermelon. 

Wait, what? Yes, you read that correctly.

COMPRESSED WATERMELON: grilled peaches, burrata, pistachios, blackberry balsamic

Just think for a minute. What would happen if you compressed watermelon? Envision the scenario: take a slice of watermelon (no rind) and put weight on it. Press hard. Get the picture?

Squish! You now have watermelon juice. And a mess. This seems like it would be a great sensory activity for preschoolers.

But this is clearly not meant to be a beverage. That would be Watermelon Squash.

I did some research and it turns out that compressed watermelon is a thing. A culinary thing. It is achieved by placing the fruit in a special plastic envelope and hooking it up to a vacuum seal device. By removing the air you somehow intensify the flavor of the watermelon.

But you don’t have to take my word for it: you can, with the proper equipment, “take an ordinary watermelon to another level.”

How to Make Compressed Watermelon, Salt, Butter, Smoke website.

Friends, if you wanted to take an ordinary watermelon to another level you could also bring it along on an airplane ride or even down to the basement.

But this is the world of fine dining. This is culinary art. Think marinating, macerating, flambé, brûlée, sous vide. So, who am I to laugh at a compressed watermelon?

In fact, it turns out that I can’t even complain that this is some newfangled idea. I can find references to compressed watermelon going back more than ten years. (Clearly I am not up to date on the latest gastronomic trends.)

It just so happens that I adore watermelon. I consider it to be the perfect food. I don’t really understand why anyone would think it needs tweaking. On the other hand, I didn’t know until I visited my sister in Indiana that you can eat frozen chunks of watermelon and that was a revelation. 

If you should decide to decompress with a visit to Cured/18th & 21st during Restaurant Weeks, let me know if you tried the watermelon.


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Tuesday, August 19, 2025

The Little Bridge That Couldn’t


  
The pedestrian bridge which arched over Little Patuxent Parkway is gone. One of the chief reasons given for its removal was safety. The bridge was just in terrible shape.  It is being remembered and lamented by some. Its demolition has prompted at least one “Rouse in his grave” comment on social media.

For those who have legitimately fond memories of this pedestrian bridge, I offer my sympathies. As for me: I just don’t get it. 

In all the time I have lived here I have never seen anyone on that bridge. (That doesn’t mean people didn’t use it, of course. I’m simply reporting my personal experience.) Nor have I ever had any reason to use the bridge. 

It didn’t go anywhere I wanted to go. It didn’t connect places that I needed to be. 

Overhead pedestrian walkways were all the rage when this one was built for the New American City. A bunch of them were built as a part of the Baltimore Harbor Place project, possibly by the Rouse Company. Many, if not all, have since been demolished. 

Some thoughts on that: Pedestrian Bridges Make Cities Less Walkable, Institute for Transportation and Development Policy.

To my mind this particular walkway made no sense. It was intended to support an active, interconnected pedestrian lifestyle, yet what it connected was largely a sea of parking lots on either side of LPP. No amount of aspirational goodwill could overcome the inherent worship of the automobile lifestyle that is baked in to this place.

Rouse rather famously said that “cities can be fun!” but there just wasn’t anything fun (or functional) about this bridge. Perhaps there was a time when there was. I certainly can’t judge what I haven’t seen. It has hung over Little Patuxent Parkway like a monument to Columbia nostalgia for as long as I can remember. 

The most vivid memory I have of that place is one associated with loss of life.  It was hard for me to think of it any other way. I didn’t have nostalgic feelings for that place. If anything, I felt sadness.

Can you think of any place locally where a bridge like that would make sense? Have you ever been on foot, doing fun and interesting things, and thought: what we really need here is an overhead pedestrian walkway? Where would you put one?

Let me know.








Sunday, August 17, 2025

EOS. BTS. SOS.


 

The Back to School Industrial Complex is upon us again. (Sorry.)  Shop for clothes and supplies. Donate so that others will be ready for school. Squeeze in every last minute of fun before the summer is over. Gradually adjust your family’s sleep cycle so that re-entry will not be too painful. 

Tired yet? Feel stressed? 

But wait, there’s more. The Baltimore Sun posted these two items on Facebook in a 24 hour period.



Newly reported cases of COVID up 50 per cent, hospitalizations up 123 per cent. Take your pick. Neither one is promising. I don’t have the local wastewater results, but I will look.

What does this mean for back to school? What do you think?

In the current political environment it has become harder and harder to encourage vaccination or even to get the general public to take COVID seriously. Caring for the wellbeing of others by masking and by staying home while ill is actively mocked. 

We still don’t have any where near enough research on (or successful treatments for) the long term damage of recurrent cases of COVID  and, even if we did, it has become the fashion to discredit and even defund scientific research. 

Welcome to 2025: survival of the fittest. Wait, scratch that. Make that survival of the privileged. You’re on your own, folks. 

And yet we shouldn’t be on our own. We should be caring for ourselves, one another, and our communities. We should care about people who are medically vulnerable. We should think about what will happen to children and young people who are being infected over and over again, K-12. 

While we are at it, we shouldn’t be sacrificing teachers, either. Just saying. 

Those who are vulnerable should die. Those who become disabled no longer have value. That’s what we are being told. 

Are those the values we want to teach our children? 

All in all, the dollars and hours invested in Back to School readiness are just about wasted if we don’t have the basic humanity to care for eachother.


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Saturday, August 16, 2025

Summer Saturday

 


True confession: as the summer goes on, and it gets hotter and hotter, I have less and less desire to leave the house. Therefore I have less interest in community events. Or in writing about them.  

Sad, but true. I just get cranky. This does not mean that you should be like me. Even if I am likely to be at home enjoying iced coffee and immersed in my art journal you may very well want to get out and enjoy what the community and the season have to offer.

For instance: 

Farmers’ Markets at Clarkville Commons and Old Ellicott City

Building Woodland Fairy Houses 

Demonstrations of Compound Butter and Pesto at Freetown Farm

CA’s Lakefront Live Back to School Bash 

Learning About Archeology 

Movie Night at the Wine Bin, Notting Hill

Grand Opening at JS Brewery (Learn about Korean rice wine)

FYI: some of these events require pre-registration. Click through to learn more.

As far as the weather is concerned, I don’t see any rain in today’s forecast but both pollen and humidity will be high. Yuck.

Perhaps enjoying a meal out is more your speed: check out Howard County’s current Restaurant Week offerings. And don’t forget to check out what’s happening today at your local library. 

Have a wonderful Saturday whether you are out and about or home and chilling out.


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Friday, August 15, 2025

F ³: Free Form Folderol


 


Seen on Columbia Reddit…

Any belote players in the area who'd like to meet up and play?

Naturally I assumed that a belote was a musical instrument. It’s not. So then I figured it must be a sport. Nope. 

It’s a card game. 

This struck me as a good example that life is full of reminders that I don’t know everything and that these just might be opportunities to learn something new. 

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As a teacher of young children I’ve rarely thrown anything more risky than a bean bag, but this thread on Bluesky made me smile.

Doug Mack: randomly decided to look at the history of people throwing sandwiches and...

Cleveland Press, 1957

“With mustard!”


Mack also writes what he calls an “Agreeably nerdy food history newsletter: snackstack.net” so I suppose that airborne edibles are in his wheelhouse.

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I’ve spent the summer falling asleep to the polite, unassuming tones of this fellow on YouTube.

“Hello. Thanks for stopping by.”






An exploration of everything to do with London; from the city's history and transport, to tales of true crime and more…... and every now and then I'll be exploring other parts of the UK too!

No, I don’t listen to the creepy ones before bed. And I can’t explain why I find it so restful. But the two-part series on London’s Quirkiest Railways is oddly comforting. Someone I know has long listened to episodes of The West Wing to get to sleep, so I suspect I’m not the only one to to find that counting sheep takes other forms. 

Do I hate the adverts? Yes. Will I pay to get rid of them? Nah. If I had that kind of extra money I’d donate it to Columbia Community Care.


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Yesterday I responded to an NPR story on Facebook and someone immediately lit into me. After my initial discomfort I realized they had misunderstood me. I did my best to rearticulate my point more clearly. You’ll never guess what happened next.

About an hour or so later that person acknowledged they had misunderstood, apologized, and took down their post. 

This is such a rare occurrence I thought I’d memorialize it here. Who knows when it will happen again?


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It’s Friday. Do you have any interesting weekend plans? I have not had a single snowball this summer and I’m hoping to rectify that.


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Thursday, August 14, 2025

Finding the Place




Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

I continue to find things to learn and to ponder from the Kelly Corrigan Wonders podcast. I had another one of those glimmers yesterday while listening to the most recent episode:  Deep Dive with Jennifer Wallace on Mattering & Making.  Jennifer Wallace is the author of  Mattering: The Secret to a Life of Deep Connection and Purpose . She begins her portion of the podcast with the following: 

We need to know our work makes a difference. We need to know we matter.

Mattering I've come to think of like gravity. When we feel it, we feel anchored. We show up to the world in positive ways.

We want to connect. We want to engage. We want to contribute.

Researchers have discovered that there are ingredients to mattering. Things like feeling significant, feeling appreciated, invested in, depended on. What I have seen in the research is that when we are made to feel like we don't matter, we suffer. 

I didn’t listen with the expectation that there would be anything overtly political in the talk Wallace gives - - or in Corrigan’s, which follows - - but as I listened it suddenly felt deeply political to me. 

If you want to seize and keep power, if you want to successfully subjugate large numbers of people, it is necessary to convince them that they don’t matter. Feeling that whatever you do has no meaning and that you as a human being have no valuable impact is the deepest kind of helplessness of all. 

When you look at all the horror and injustice and begin to think, “what’s the use?” then your unique gifts and your power as a human being in the world are being compromised. Weakened. Poisoned. Sapped.

In order to stand up for your beliefs and to take action for the good you have to believe that what you do will matter. Again, from Jennifer Wallace:

Political theorists argue that when people have autonomy and feel like their voice matters at work, that belief inspires people to engage more deeply in their communities, to speak up, and to take action. Simply put, when people feel like they matter at work, they're more likely to believe they matter to the world around them. Mattering is double edged, deeply protective when you feel it, profoundly damaging when you don't.

So beyond building these cultures of mattering, we also need to confront what researchers are calling anti-mattering. Corrosive messages that say, you're invisible, you don't count, you're replaceable. Today, those messages seem to be everywhere.

Finding the place where you matter - - and I mean not just a physical place but also a mental place - - is essential not just to our personal survival but also to the survival of a free society. And it’s exactly what I have been agonizing over, especially since our ceiling fell in and any last tiny shred of being in control of my own world was suddenly upended. 

Listening to Jennifer Wallace set my brain in motion yesterday by affirming the glimmer that it was possible for me to make a difference. If you have time, listen to her talk and also the accompanying one by Kelly Corrigan on Making, which feels equally empowering to me. 

And now, let’s get local.

Columbia Community Care put out a call yesterday. It begins, “We can’t afford to stop.” Reading it reminded me of the power of mutual aid and how essential a component of community building it can be. I’m sharing their request to boost their signal. 

How You Can Help
Columbia Community Care urgently needs:

Financial donations to cover rising operating costs
High-need items: proteins (canned tuna, peanut butter, beans), breakfast cereal, size 5–6 diapers and pull-ups, baby wipes, and period products
Volunteers for deliveries and pantry operations
Advocates and connectors to help find new funding sources


A reminder about the concepts of community care and mutual aid:

Mutual aid is an act of solidarity and care between neighbors. It stands in opposition to charity and top-down giving, because it is planned and executed by a community, for a community to not just provide food and essential items but also to educate and organize. “Community Care during COVID”: Oral Histories of Mutual Aid in the Bronx,  BRONX COMMUNITY COLLEGE Archives and Special Collections.

Community is an act of resistance. 

 It’s not them, it’s us



Wednesday, August 13, 2025

A Glimmer


 

I happened upon these words last night on Pinterest of all places. The text is by Loryn Brantz.


In a time of hate

Love is an act of resistance

In a time of fear

Faith is an act of resistance 

In a time of misinformation

Education is an act of resistance 

In a time of poor leadership

Community is an act of resistance

In a time like this

Joy is an act of resistance

Resist. Resist. Resist.


As I wrote in my last post, it’s hard for me to believe that I have anything meaningful to offer as we continue to sink into chaos and cruelty. Brantz’ words sparked something inside me - - a glimmer - - that I might still find a way to be helpful. 

In particular:

In a time of misinformation

Education is an act of resistance 

In a time of poor leadership

Community is an act of resistance


The feedback I received last week made me realize that I’m not alone in asking this question:

What can I do with the abilities that I have to make a meaningful contribution?

Perhaps this is it: supporting community and helping people be better informed by telling the stories of who we are and what we are doing.  

I’m not at all sure that I’m up to the task but I’m going to give it a shot. 







Wednesday, August 6, 2025

What I Did On My Summer Vacation


 

Well, we’ve just returned home after living in hotels since June 24th. I can’t say that life is back to normal because we are living in profoundly abnormal times.  We are feeling a sense of relief that the damage to our house has been repaired. Our bedroom has a ceiling. We have a new bed to sleep in. At last I can make iced coffee without getting fully dressed and walking to the ice machine at the end of the hallway 

Our attention now turns to what happens next: real life in all its forms. Catching up on what we have missed. Preparing for things to come. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about whether this blog should continue or whether it is time to let it go. Honestly, I still don’t know. It isn’t merely the upheaval in my own life that caused me to stop writing. Social media has become much more difficult to navigate and it is harder and harder to sort the wheat from the chaff and find the kind of stories worth sharing here.

A bigger challenge: the overwhelming cruelty on the national stage sickens me. Watching it play out locally as social media trolls laugh at other people’s suffering is crushing. So many people, it seems, were just waiting for an invitation to be hateful. And selfish.

In the face of that it is hard for me to believe that I have anything meaningful to offer. I am not asking for kind words or reassurance. I am not fishing for compliments. Far from it. I want you to know that I find myself at a crossroads. 

I may be able to sleep in my own bed but I don’t think that life will ever be back to normal. So what do I do with the abilities that I have to make a meaningful contribution? 

If you have been wrestling with this question I’d love your feedback. 


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Sunday, July 6, 2025

Pause


 

Village Green/Town² is on what I hope will be a limited break. Sending love to all my readers and hope for a way out of the darkness. - - jam

Thursday, July 3, 2025

The Things That Are Free


 

We are close to one of the well-known rituals of the Columbia year: the Fourth of July fireworks. We all know they are at the Lakefront. We know they are sponsored by Howard County and that all are welcome. There will be announcements about when it is permissible to come down to the Lakefront and stake out one’s spot with a blanket. There will be folks who disregard this. 

Afterwards there will be complaints about the traffic or the parking or something or other that was displeasing and inconvenient.

Perhaps this is why there are alternative viewing spots around town that provide a good-enough view without the hassle. Many are shared by word of mouth. Some are whispered only among close friends, like the secret knock at a speakeasy.

In my neighborhood the elementary school nearby has been such a gathering place over the years. (I don’t think it is anymore since the reconfiguration of the school’s footprint.) It has taken on its own personality, its own festival atmosphere which is enhanced by the diversity of our students and families. Children run on the grass with glow sticks. There may be ice pops.

When you have risked everything to make a better life for your family and are working multiple jobs to get by, there are many, many extras that you cannot afford. There are many times you must say no to the eager requests of your children when you would rather bring them joy.

That is why my memories of those fireworks at the school have such a pure and holy feeling for me. Everyone there was enjoying the same glorious experience - - without any division by income or enthnicity - - because Fourth of July Fireworks are free.

Everyone is welcome. It will not cost anything extra. It will bring joy. 

How many of those families will be outside enjoying the fireworks this year? How many will stay indoors, looking at the teary and uncomprehending faces of their children and keep their doors locked against the horrors outside? 

Independence Day is meant to remind us of what we rejected and what we embraced when we created a new nation. 

If children who have every potential to learn and grow and become valuable members of our communities are to be hidden in the dark on a night when should be celebrating freedom…

What are we rejecting? What are we embracing? 


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Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Doing the Work


 

Friends, watching people cheer suffering is breaking me.  I have entered a new phase of doubting the world can go on.

And yet…and yet.

People are getting up today and going to work. Bookstores and libraries will be inviting us to read. Childcare workers will nurture children, restaurants will feed people, hospitals will treat the sick, and people will keep going to work.

Except the people who have no more jobs because of DOGE. Or those who have been kidnapped and disappeared by ICE. Or those who need to work but are afraid to leave their homes because of same.

People work in most cases because they must. And the more desperate they become (and/or the more ignorant) the more easily they will be conquered. Not by a foreign adversary but by native bigotry and greed. 

Because in desperation you have no choice.

Those of us who still have a sliver of choice are called to take on more. I’m moved by local examples and I suspect there are plenty we don’t see. 

People in our community are still planning Fourth of July parades and celebrations as though we still live in a normal world. No, more likely because they fiercely refuse to give up on the America that they believe in. 

I have no earthly idea how they are doing it. 

Here’s a lesson I have learned over the past week. I have always struggled to know how to help people because I didn’t feel my financial situation made it possible to do everything that was needed. I felt too small, too incapable, too helpless. Often I’d say I want to win a megamillions lottery so I could meet all those requests without limit.

But here’s the thing.

Since the ceiling in our home fell in and we were displaced so many people have reached out to help us and not a one of them was a large jackpot lottery winner. I don’t know if they wonder if they are too small, too incapable, or too helpless but I do know that they didn’t let that stop them from taking action.

From large offers of help to small gifts - - all were acts of love and all were so valuable to us.

Somehow I feel that the first part of this blog post and the second are connected. I’m trying to make that connection for myself.


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Monday, June 30, 2025

Postcards and Bagels

 


Postcards. When you go on vacation, do you send them? Do you enjoy receiving them? Has their meaning changed over the years? Now that anyone can go online and enjoy vistas from far away places, does the shiny image of the Statue of Liberty or the Eiffel towel have the same impact?

I’m inclined to believe that the relationship you have with the person who sent you the card has become far more important.

Last week this postcard image popped up on BlueSky. I did not know there were Columbia postcards.


Image from BlueSky account postcardbot, this card sent by Ann from Southern, Maryland, U.S.A. on December 20, 1994.


Text on the reverse: 

Columbia, Maryland

Completed in 1967, Columbia was one of the the first of the modern planned cities. Designed by the Rouse Co., the city was termed a "garden for the growing of people." In the foreground is Lake Kittamaqundi; the background, office buildings and Columbia Mall.

Does any word there leap out at you? Read the blurb again.

“Completed.”

I’m not sure what word would have been exactly right, but “completed” is not it. I think of 1967 as much more of a birth year than a completion. We could safely say that Columbia was “something-something” in 1967 and people have pretty much been arguing about it every since.

No, that’s not right either. I’ve only been here since 1999 and I can’t possibly speak accurately about life here before that. Research, yes. Learn, yes. Speak authoritatively - - no.

I think we can safely say that 1) the New American City drew unto itself people with plenty of opinions and 2) it was not completed in 1967. This may be a question for the Columbia Maryland Archives.

What do you think? 

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People are buzzing online about the new bagel place on Broken Land. Have you heard? It’s called 
Über Bagels and it looks to me as though they originated in Ocean City. On Friday my husband drove me to a doctor’s appointment in Glen Burnie and I asked him if we could get some breakfast on the way home. 

“How about a bagel?” he asked me. He grabbed his phone and started looking for something.

And that’s how I ended up at Uber Bagels on their opening day, no less. I was worried that it might be too crowded. My husband talked me into it with these words:

“You might get a blog post out of it…”



It was not too crowded. The bagel was tasty. We will be back. 

Have a great Monday.

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Think, Play, Tinker, Celebrate


 

Today is one of the coolest events of the year and it’s free.

Downtown Columbia Maker Faire , Merriweather Park at Symphony Woods, 12  - 4 pm.



I’m not recovered enough yet from surgery so I can’t be there but I hope you will go. If you are as intrigued as I am by this quirky and wondrous celebration of creativity, tinkering, and just plain fun - - don’t miss it! 

It’s more than just looking at things. It’s a very open-ended, hands-on experience. So, if you have kids, or you happen to be someone like me…Maker Faire is for you. And there are plenty of well-cared for trees in The Park so you will have shade if you need it. 

Tickets are free but you must pre-register so they know how many people to expect and how to manage the parking logistics.

Downtown Columbia Maker Faire Registration 

From the event page:

Maker Faire is a gathering of fascinating, curious people who enjoy learning, creating, and love sharing what they can do. From engineers to artists to scientists to crafters, Maker Faire is a venue to show off hobbies, experiments, projects, and careers.

The Inner Arbor Trust is happy to bring this fun, educational, and creative family friendly event back to Merriweather Park in Symphony Woods, right in the heart of Downtown Columbia, MD!

Join us for family friendly workshops, demonstrations, and presentations on painting, sculpting, robotics, digital art, and so much more!

Curious about what kinds of things you’ll see? 

Makers and Exhibits

I want to tell you that food and drink will be available for purchase but, as of this moment, I can’t find a link for that. Will update as soon as I nail that down. And here it is!




Last year I fell in love with this guy and started following him on Instagram. You never know who you’ll meet at the Maker Faire.

I am putting it out there to the universe that it is my wish to be at next year’s Maker Faire as an actual maker. You heard it here first. 

If you do go, and you’re the kind of person who likes to take photographs, send them my way or post them on social media so I can enjoy it vicariously.


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Saturday, June 28, 2025

This Is What Changed Me

 


Fear. Everyone has it. Here are my top three fears from my early childhood:

  • Being forced to participate in gymnastics activities in PE class.
  • Going for car rides after dark with my family.
  • Old, wrinkled, dusty balloons.
My top three today look different:
  • Having my Social Security cut off.
  • What the future holds for my children.
  • Unremediated pain or asthma

But I’m not here today to talk about what I’m afraid of. I here to talk about what I am not afraid of. 

I am not afraid of Zohran Mamdani. 

There are a lot of folks out there telling me I should be, but: I’m not. I spent some time on Thursday investigating my feelings about this and I realized I have been blessed by something that a lot of people haven’t: I have a Muslim friend. 

I’m not saying: I can’t be Islamophobic because I have a Muslim friend. That’s not a claim I could fairly make because I was raised swimming in white culture and I make mistakes all the time. I am saying that I look at this candidate for mayor, read about his proposed polices, his professional background, and not for one moment does the fact that he doesn’t look like me or share my religious beliefs evoke any fear inside of me.

The fact that I have a Muslim friend is largely due to her persistence. In general I’m a very shy and insecure person and it’s hard for me to believe someone would want to be my friend. It’s far, far easier to crawl back in one’s shell than to keep moving forward and see what happens. What if I fail somehow? What if something bad happens?

And yet, here we are. Hopefully I’m getting better at it.

When you decide you are going to keep moving forward with someone in friendship, you learn things. You learn what you agree and disagree on. You share the stories that made you who you are today. You discover the rough places where you will need to negotiate or apologize. You learn the deep joy of acceptance and support.

These days I have begun to realize that so many hateful responses to things on social media could truly be replaced with the words “I don’t understand.” Whether it’s LGBTQIA rights, social justice, fair housing, or a new community initiative, when trolls come out of the woodwork what they are are betraying more than anything else is that they don't understand.

And, somewhere along the line, they have been taught that the natural thing to do in those circumstances is this:
  • I don’t understand and I am afraid.
  • I don’t understand and I mock this.
  • I don’t understand and I reject this.
  • I don’t understand and I must destroy this.
The opportunities we have in life to move beyond that can come at school, in libraries and in neighborhoods where not everyone is like us. Have you noticed that those are the precisely the places that are under attack right now?

Any place where it is safe to say “I don’t understand” and then be welcomed to learn what you need to know to understand is a place where bridges of empathy can be built. That is why Social Emotional Learning is so important. That is why the Arts and Humanities are so important.

We all have fear. We all have things we don’t understand. It can wreck us, or it can invite us into a different place. A better place. Not perfect, and not without fear, but a place where we have more of the tools to be fully human.

What changed me? Having a friend.


******


nota bene

If anyone comes back at me after reading this to lecture me about what’s wrong with the candidate from New York I will know that they really, really didn’t understand.






Thursday, June 26, 2025

Back to Work


 

Good morning, beautiful people. It has been oh, so therapeutic to talk to you about my life for the past few days. But now I think I should try to get back to work. 

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Elections. We haz ‘em. If you haven’t noticed, the magic alarm clock that indicates the next election cycle has sounded. People are “declaring.” There’s some preliminary info on that over at The Merriweather Post Blog, along with commentary if you are interested. 

So far I’m noticing candidates for County Executive, County Council, and State Delegate. Have I missed anything?

Here’s my question. How do you feel about these upcoming local elections? What are you looking for? What issues are the most important to you? 

Are there qualities of the public servants we have now that you truly value and you’d like to see more of? Are there things you really wanted out of the last election and they didn’t materialize? 

I will make an embarrassing confession here: one of the things I dearly wanted out of the last local go-round was for the different factions of the Democratic Party to make peace and work collaboratively with each other. What can I say? I’m a sap. 

The possibility exists that they could have come together in a group hug and committed to loving one another and then gone forward to govern terribly. I’m not sure my wish was a fair or realistic one. You work with the people you have. If that doesn’t work, you try again.

Many of my friends are extremely informed about local politics but I’d like to be clear that I’m asking these questions of anyone who is reading this piece. Think about it. Ask your friends. There’s no perspective to be gained by asking the ten people I know already. 

If you don’t feel comfortable sharing your opinions publicly, feel free to message me through the blog. 

There’s only two groups I’m not particularly interested in hearing from: people who don’t live here and people who are running. Of course everyone is valuable but you aren’t my target audience for this. Bear with me.

As always, if I get enough response I will write a follow-up piece. 

Before I go, one thing: The Doubletree on Twin Knolls has great breakfast coffee. They may have to kick me out. 


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