Month: August 2020

The pre dawn morning was crisp and I’d just finished a frustrating game of tennis as the sun rose over the courts at Druid Hill Park on the border of West Baltimore. The first red-winged blackbirds sang po-to-twee and the … Continue reading →

Aug. 4, 2020 Hurricane Isaias is careening through Baltimore right now, and I remember that there are good storms that embolden and excite. For a brief moment in 2005 I lived at a friend’s house in New Orleans’ Mid-City neighborhood … Continue reading →

If you grew up in a city, it was common for mothers to warn children that they had to return home once the first street lamps flickered on. On late summer evenings kids playing freeze tag or rundown would see … Continue reading →