Men think it is weird when women go to the ladies' room in groups. Men may think it is even weirder that I go with two friends each year to get our mammograms. We call it the "MammoVan." Let me clarify -- the three of us travel together in one car but we have separate mammograms in consecutive appointments.
She rakes dead grass off the grave with the three names and one inscription: Forever in Our Hearts. The woman in work gloves and white sun hat picks up the dead grass and stuffs her plastic bag full for another trip to the ravine down the hill. She'll be back this week with her John Deere riding mower to navigate through the buttercupped rows at Annapolis' African-American burial ground.