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I do not know whether to trip over the light of the moon, Or walk gently along the beams that find their way, A cool, quarter-million miles to where I stand This invitation to abandon stress, release the burdens, and follow play. I marvel at its simplicity, Framed in the silhouette of a Maple tree’s…
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I spent the afternoon at Prospect Hill Cemetery here in Towson, six acres of burial grounds on preserved land just feet from the hectic circle joining five of Towson’s busiest streets. I am working on a feature that will be published September 10, just two days from the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Baltimore.…
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My newsfeeds on multiple social media sites stream by me at a too-fast rate, pushing news and updates across my screen faster than I can refresh them. Emails await my replies in an overflowing inbox, and text messages are still unanswered from last night. The world is too much with us…. wrote William Wordsworth in…
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When Mom’s Organics first opened in Lutherville a few years ago, I scoffed a little at the charging stations they reserved in the front spaces of their parking lot. I just didn’t think the whole electric car thing had caught on in this area to justify reserved spaces. Well, today I stand corrected. It makes…



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