I suspect I am not alone in being helpless to resist ordering crab in every form when eating around Annapolis. Even though the fat Maryland blue crabs--including softshells--are just now coming into season, the restaurateurs of Annapolis are able to maintain a steady supply of the best blue crab from down the coast and the Gulf of Mexico pretty much year round.
When our sentences end, people with criminal records are expected to return home and begin to support our families and selves. When I got out of jail, I started the hard work of rebuilding. I applied to over 60 jobs, but nobody would hire me. Broadly excluding workers with criminal records makes no sense.
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.