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The Man Wearing the Blue Suit at Pope Francis’ Funeral by J.E. Dean

April 30, 2025 by J.E. Dean

I scratched my head when I heard Donald Trump was attending the funeral of His Holiness, Pope Francis. Donald Trump is not a Catholic and doesn’t regularly go to church. He cozies up to Evangelical Christians and sells Bibles. Most of us credit greed as his motivations. In essence, he is the antithesis of everything the Pope represented—a Pope who supported climate change initiatives, condemned mistreatment of immigrants, and believed that criminals could be rehabilitated. His washing of their feet was a sign of his commitment to service and the virtue of humility.

Was our President the only person in St. Peter’s this week labelled a rapist by a judge? And was there anyone credited with more lies than Trump—The Washington Post counted 30,573 false or misleading statements made during Trump’s first term as president.  He likely will break that record this time around.

When it was confirmed Trump would be flying to Rome, I was disappointed. He could have sent J.D. Vance, a converted Catholic, but Vance angered the Church by having his photograph taken with his son in the Sistine Chapel, where photography is forbidden.

When Trump entered St. Peter’s, he was easy to spot. The Vatican informed persons invited to attend the funeral mass to wear black. Trump ignored the request. Was this because he knew Swiss Guards would not remove him for the etiquette violation? Or because Trump, who has made a practice of violating court orders and insulting the judges who issued them, enjoys breaking rules.

I don’t know what prompted Trump’s behavior in Rome, but I was glad to see him board Air Force One for his flight to Trump National Golf Club in Bedminster, New Jersey. Yes, the President left the funeral mass as soon as it ended to get to the golf club in time to fit in 18 holes the next day. 

Many words could be used to describe Trump’s behavior. Some that Trump uses himself in describing others, but I won’t repeat them here. I will only call the behavior disturbing. I worry that I see a president no longer in control of himself, a man subject to outbursts of anger, unable to distinguish truth and falsehoods, obsessed with vengeance and retribution against his perceived enemies, and devoid of any hint of empathy for anyone.

Every morning, in addition to reading a few newspapers, scanning the news on my iPad, and watching a few minutes of television news, I visit the President’s social media site and the White House press room. The social media site, I have found, is the best place to track what the President is doing and thinking. The White House online press room is where the full text of Executive Orders is posted. Want to learn why the President has banned paper straws? The answer is in the press room.

Trump’s social media posts are particularly disturbing. On Monday morning, I found a forceful attack on the press. The President wrote:

“We don’t have a Free and Fair Press in this Country anymore. We have a Press that writes BAD STORIES, and CHEATS, BIG, ON POLLS. IT IS COMPROMISED AND CORRUPT. SAD!”

Recent polls suggesting the public is souring on Trump prompted the outburst. The President has the lowest approval ratings for any president during their first 100 days in office in seven decades. Trump was also shown to have lost the public’s approval for his leadership on the economy. Credit the tariffs.

Be sure to visit the President’s social media site if you want to see more. There are more than enough unhinged posts to keep a small army of psychiatrists busy for decades. You will also find at least six photos and videos of the President travelling to Rome and two of him in St. Peter’s.

I do not want a man who wears a blue suit at the Pope’s funeral in the White House. Trump may have offended Catholics this weekend, but his actions and words are destroying America. I’ve had enough.

J.E. Dean writes on politics, government but, too frequently, on President Trump. A former counsel on Capitol Hill and public affairs consultant, Dean also writes for Dean’s Issues & Insights on Substack.

 

 

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Up Close By Jamie Kirkpatrick

April 29, 2025 by Jamie Kirkpatrick

We see from afar. If we’re lucky, maybe we catch a brief glance, a quick peek, a first impression of something truly wondrous or beautiful, and sometimes that’s all we get. But what if we took the time to really focus our attention and inspect the details, to absorb all that there is to see in something as common as a flower? Would it change anything? Would we see the wider world more clearly, or would we just get lost in reverie like Ferdinand the Bull who would rather sit under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers and watching the butterflies, than fight in the great Plaza de Toros in Madrid?

A few years ago, my friend Smokey gifted us with some Bearded Iris bulbs for our garden. Late April is their moment to shine. They’re not in flower for long, but when they do bloom, they are magnificent. Their subtle hues, their hint of fragrance, their graceful sway can create some of my favorite springtime moments. But I’ve always admired them from a distance. So, yesterday I decided to take out my camera to get a closer look. That’s when I began to see them differently. For a moment, I got lost in their hidden inner beauty: their sturdy stalks, the feminine fragility of their pistils, all the delicate pastel shades hidden within the folds of their petals, even the dew drops they wore like jewels in the cool morning sunlight. Everything I beheld led me deeper into the mystery that is the natural world. How, I wondered, in the midst of all this political chaos and human pain, does Mother Nature manage to pull it off so gracefully?

As I’m sure you know by now, Pope Francis died last week. I am not Catholic so I have no particular institutional affection or bias for neither the pontiff nor the Vatican. But when I looked closely at Francis and his life, I saw the personification of many of the qualities I hold most dear in a person: simplicity, humility, empathy, a lightness of being that radiated both joy and affection for everyone around him, especially the weakest among us. He was that lovely flower growing in the garden who caught my attention and made me want to look more closely, and when I held him up to that kind of scrutiny and close inspection, I was all the more impressed with what I saw—a human authenticity that transcended all the power and pomp of his ecclesiastical office. I’m sure Francis had his flaws—don’t we all?—but whatever flaws there were in the man paled in comparison to the way he tended his garden. May he rest in peace.

But back to those bearded irises in our own little garden. It might have been sufficient to enjoy them from afar, but when I took a moment to look closer at their intricate beauty, I caught a glimpse of all I had been missing. I would tell you what that was, but William Wordsworth says it much more elegantly than I ever could:

 

What though the radiance
Which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass,
Of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

I’ll be right back.

Jamie Kirkpatrick is a writer and photographer who lives on both sides of the Chesapeake Bay. His work has appeared in the Washington Post, the Baltimore Sun, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, the Washington College Alumni Magazine, and American Cowboy Magazine. His most recent novel, “The Tales of Bismuth; Dispatches from Palestine, 1945-1948” explores the origins of the Arab-Israeli conflict. It is available on Amazon and in local bookstores.

 

 

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Canaries in the Coal Mine Warnings for Maryland by David Reel

April 28, 2025 by David Reel

For almost a century, between the late 1890s and 1986, coal miners relied on canary birds rather than fellow miners to detect increasing levels of colorless, odorless carbon monoxide and other toxic gases in the mines that could sicken or even kill humans. 

While mechanical sensors have long since replaced canaries in mines, the term “canaries in the coal mine” is still a metaphor for an early warning system to alert people of impending negative, even catastrophic outcomes, if they do not make necessary and timely changes.

Recent news reports on three “canaries in the coal mine” scenarios that merit serious consideration by Governor Moore and the leadership of the General Assembly.

The first are reports published in Maryland Matters that recent decisions on the state budget made by a majority in the General Assembly and by Governor Moore have not gone unnoticed by three major public finance credit rating agencies — Fitch, Moody’s, and S&P Global Ratings.

In the world of government finance, the ratings from these firms are of paramount importance.

They determine the interest rates on bonds issued by states to fund budgets in addition to revenue received from taxes and related revenue sources. The higher the states bond rating, the lower the interest rate on bond repayments. 

While these bond agencies reaffirmed the currently in place highest credit rating for Maryland (AAA), two did so with concerns.

Moody’s downgraded the state’s fiscal outlook from stable to “negative,” citing looming structural deficits driven by state funding for the Blueprint for Maryland’s Future also known as the Kirwan Plan.

In their report, Moody’s wrote, “The negative outlook incorporates difficulties Maryland will face to achieve balanced financial operations in coming years without sacrificing service delivery goals or adding to the weight of the state government’s burden on individual and corporate taxpayers.” 

This is the first time since 2011 that Moody’s has issued a negative outlook for Maryland. 

Their report notes, “The outlook revision was driven by expected structural imbalances and planned depletion of General Fund surplus and budgetary reserves by about 60% from fiscal 2023 through fiscal 2025, which threatens to undermine performance relative to peers.” 

In their report, S&P Global Ratings, expressed concerns about deficits and costly programs. Those concerns led them to grade Maryland nearly in the middle of their its rating system — a grade that would typically equate to a credit rating just below AAA. But the agency gave the state the benefit of the doubt citing its history of fiscal management.

The second “canary in the coal mine” are reports from the General Assembly’s nonpartisan legislative budget analysts. They are projecting that by next year, the state’s projected structural budget deficit — the gap between projected expenses and expected revenues – will grow to $1 billion. In fiscal 2027, the last year of Moore’s term, it grows to $1.3 billion. A year later, it more than doubles to $3 billion.

The third “canary in the coal mine” are recurring reports from Delaware about businesses moving or planning to move their business incorporation domicile from Delaware.

The latest to do so is Affirm Holdings Inc., a publicly held American technology firm that handles financial services for merchants and shoppers. Affirm is one of at least twenty major companies citing a hostile Delaware business environment as the reason for their decisions. 

Affirm joins Facebook parent company Meta, Walmart, Tripadvisor, The Trade Desk, and Roblox. 

In the face of all this news, one has to question the impact of a recent compromise reached by the leadership of the Maryland General Assembly and Governor Moore on a final state budget and state tax package.

That compromise did not include a proposed reduction in the corporate net income tax, but did include a new 3.5 % sales tax on information technology service providers.

A spokesperson for Governor Moore has said the governor is still optimistic going forward, saying the governor “remains confident” in the state’s fiscal position following the news on the three credit ratings. He also said the governor will work with lawmakers on “long-term structural solutions” that balance revenues with priorities.

State Senate Budget and Taxation Chair Guy Guzzone is also optimistic. He was quoted in a Maryland Matters article, “I know we can figure it out and we will figure it out. Whatever the circumstances, whatever the economy gives us, in a broad sense, we’ll use our tools and we’ll be thoughtful, and we’ll come up with, I believe, good solutions.”

Time will tell if the current news from Delaware projected deficits and credit rating concerns will be included in future dialogue and deliberations on state spending and state revenues which in turn will help ensure fully informed decisions will be made on future state budget decisions in Annapolis. 

We are likely to know very soon. 

The final approved state budget bill requires a special legislative session later this year to address unexpected impacts in Maryland on more reductions in federal government spending. 

If and when that occurs, I suggest Marylanders deserve thoughtful consideration of the current canaries in the coal mine as well as unexpected others yet to be made known. 

David Reel is a public affairs and public relations consultant in Easton.

 

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Adkins Arboretum Mystery Monday: Guess the photo

April 28, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum

Happy Mystery Monday!  Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below?
The answer to last week’s mystery is shagbark hickory, Carya ovata, pictured in the photo below:
Shagbark hickory is a tall, straight trunked tree reaching over 120”. It is prized for its aromatic wood, which burns long and with little to no smoke. Hickory is used to produce high-quality charcoal that is excellent for barbecuing.
The bark of young hickory trees is smooth, while mature hickory trees have distinctly shaggy bark. When the shagbark hickory’s leaves emerge in Spring, the leaves point in different directions. This display turns into clusters of small, prominently veined, yellow leaves that seem to glow in the sun.
Shagbark hickory fruits from September-October. The nuts form singly or in clusters of up to three. Hickory is cultivated for its sweet, edible nuts, which have been prized as long as humans have lived on this continent.
Shagbark hickory is monoecious – it has both male and female flowers on the same tree. The male flowers are 2-3″ long yellow-green catkins. The female flowers are much shorter. Both flowers appear in Spring.
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Chesapeake Lens: “Stillness” By Sherri Baton

April 26, 2025 by Spy Desk

 

A Great Blue Heron stalks its prey in the Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge.

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The Artist’s Way by Katherine Emery

April 21, 2025 by Kate Emery General

It was 1995, there were parts of my job as a Health Educator that I loved, but the work environment was toxic, and I wasn’t fond of my boss. One day, while browsing at Barnes & Noble, a book practically jumped out at me: The Artist’s Way. I bought it on the spot and started journaling every day using the stream-of-consciousness method it teaches. That simple practice changed my life.

Journaling through The Artist’s Way helped me reconnect with my inner voice, the part of me that had been buried under stress, self-doubt, and a job that no longer aligned with who I was becoming. As I wrote each morning, I started to gain clarity about what I truly wanted. I realized I didn’t have to stay stuck. Bit by bit, I began to release the fear of change and started visualizing the kind of work environment, creativity, and purpose I wanted in my life. That daily practice became a form of manifestation. In time, I found myself stepping into a new career that felt aligned, joyful, and like a true reflection of me. It wasn’t just a creative awakening, it was the beginning of a completely new chapter.

One evening after my weekly adult ballet class, the teacher invited me to join her for a glass of wine at Legal Spirits Restaurant. As we sipped and chatted, Connie, the owner of Classworks Dance Studio, asked if I would be interested in teaching Ballet to very young dancers. Surprised and flattered by the offer, I responded with a resounding, “Yes, I’d love to teach!” That conversation, and that glass of wine – marked the beginning of a new path for me.

As my contract as a Health Educator was coming to an end and with the position as a ballet teacher, I decided not to renew my contract, embracing this new opportunity. During my time as a Health Educator, I had written grants focused on preschool-aged children and discovered how much I enjoyed working with that age group. In addition to teaching ballet, I applied for and was hired as a lead teacher at a local preschool.

Teaching small children is one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. Their curiosity, energy, and joy are contagious, turning even the simplest moments into opportunities for wonder and discovery. Watching their eyes light up when they learn something new or accomplish a task for the first time is incredibly fulfilling. The bonds formed through daily routines, laughter, and shared silliness create a great sense of purpose. Guiding them as they grow, not just academically, but socially and emotionally—reminds me every day of the impact a caring, patient presence can have on a small child.

Journaling continues to bring clarity to my life in a way few other practices do. Putting my thoughts on paper helps me slow down and make sense of the negativity that pops up in my mind. Whether I’m working through a challenge, capturing a meaningful moment, or simply noting what I’m grateful for, writing creates space for reflection and insight. Over time, my journal has become a trusted companion, offering perspective, grounding me in the present, and gently guiding me forward. It’s a daily reminder that even in chaos, there is always clarity to be found through the act of writing.

My journal keeps track of it all; illnesses, births, deaths, vacations, and everything in between. It’s basically the unofficial family archive, part medical record, part travel log, part soap opera. One page might detail a case of the flu that took us all down like dominoes, and the next, a sunny day at the beach complete with sand in every crevice. Birthdays, baby announcements, photos, restaurant receipts, and Broadway Playbills are squeezed in as bookmarks. It’s not the pressed flowers or tiny beautiful watercolor paintings of Edwardian Ladies type of journal, but it’s honest, and flipping through it is like reading a wildly unpredictable, slightly dramatic, but very heartfelt family saga.

Writing has always been a catharsis for me, a way to release emotions I can’t quite say out loud. When the world feels heavy or my thoughts are tangled, putting pen to paper creates space to breathe. The act of writing helps me sort through the murky bits, name the feelings, and leave a little part of the weight behind with each word. It doesn’t always bring answers, but it always brings relief. Whether it’s a quick vent, a heartfelt letter never sent, or a quiet journal entry, writing helps me heal, process, and move forward with a little more clarity and peace.

In the midst of these difficult times, I find comfort in journaling and I gently recommend the same to anyone searching for calm

 Kate Emery General is a retired chef/restaurant owner who was born and raised in Casper, Wyoming. Kate loves her grandchildren, knitting, and watercolor painting. Kate and her husband, Matt are longtime residents of Cambridge’s West End where they enjoy swimming and bicycling. 

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Adkins Arboretum’s Mystery Monday: Guess the photo

April 21, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum

Happy Mystery Monday! Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below:
The answer to last week’s mystery is mayapple or wild mandrake, Podophyllum peltatum, pictured in the photo below:
Mayapples first emerge in April. They frequent mesic to dry-mesic upland forests, well-drained floodplain forests, and various moist, disturbed habitats. Mayapples populate much of Adkins’ Blockston Branch Walk.
As mayapple leaves first emerge in Spring, the leaf blades initially droop downward, then later open flat (like an umbrella) to catch some rays as the tree canopy closes in and blocks much of the sunlight.
Mayapples colonize by rhizomes, forming dense mats. Each year, the rhizome elongates about 6-20 cm in length, terminating in a bud for the subsequent year’s leafy stem. One or more buds form for continuation and branching of the rhizome. Over time rhizome branching results in the formation of large reaching colonies.
Mayapples are unique in that they only have two leaves and a single flower. Nonflowering mayapple stems bear a single leaf. These are young, immature sprouts whereas flowering stems produce a pair of leaves, between which is a single flower. The flowers are capable of self- or cross-pollination.
Be aware, aside from the ripe fruits, all parts of the mayapple are toxic.
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In the beginning was the word By Laura J. Oliver

April 20, 2025 by Laura J. Oliver

Here’s what old people do. They talk about their aches and pains and what they had to eat at their most recent meal.

Grilled cheese, and my hip hurts. Ha ha.

I know you’re reviewing your last conversation with furrowed brow, so I’m trying to make you feel better.

To make myself feel better, I’m engaged in an experiment. I have a pain that only manifests when I lie down on my left side, but it’s really interfering with my lack of sleep. That’s another joke. Read it again.

An MRI has identified what could be the cause, but according to the pain management specialist, the source of my pain could be this, could be that. A spinal injection has helped a bit, but to avoid doing another, the doctor has suggested a month of acupuncture three times a week.

Acupuncture is not covered by my insurance, so I have been agonizing about what to do because the intense, accelerated schedule of appointments will, by necessity, be expensive, but I discover there is a practice called “community acupuncture,” which is very affordable because it is done en masse. Picture a South Korean wedding where 5,000 engaged couples gather in a stadium. Like that.

I walk in the first day and see 10 mesh lounge chairs of sorts, lined up five to a side in a moderately-sized, dimly-lit room. Almost every recliner has a person lying on it with needles in various places, I assume, but can’t verify because I don’t look as I make my way down the center aisle to an empty chair. One of the things I will come to learn is that privacy does not require the usual physical barriers. There are ephemeral, spiritual boundaries that make it feel as if every person is in a room of their own.

White sound from a fan and faint music masks any conversation between the acupuncturist and patient so you are barely aware when one person’s session is complete, their needles removed, and they silently slip from the room.

I roll up my pants to my knees, I’m barefoot in a sleeveless top, and I offer up my extremities to my practitioner. How can you do this? I whisper, curious. How can you minister to what hurts when you only have access to 40 percent of my body? And not the part that hurts? She just smiles and says, Because I’ve been doing this 18 years.

Okay.

I am quick to enter other people’s realities when they seem better than my own.

And success speaks for itself. No matter what time of day or what day of the week I go, the room is nearly full. People love coming here. And they skew young although I see middle-aged people as well, and as many men as women.

Not that I’m looking.

She puts the needles in my hands and feet and the top of my head and leaves me there to cook. Within a few minutes, I feel my body reject several of the needles. I swear I’m not moving—they just fly out and hit the floor. Is that a good thing, I wonder?

I gently place Air Pods in my ears to listen to music. But the music makes me weep and think of things to tell you that I can’t write down and won’t remember, then I can’t wipe away my tears because my hands are full of needles.

So. This is awkward

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a playlist prepared, and the selection I picked on Spotify changes genres and is suddenly too loud and not continuous. Now I feel like I’m trapped at a rock concert too close to the stage.

I take a cautious glance at the wall clock and inadvertently see that all the bodies around me look like we are in suspended animation for a journey to Mars. I’m waking up first.

That makes me remember the YouTube video of the Rhodesian Ridgeback in the kennel who figured out how to nose open the latch of his cage, then raced down the run setting all his delighted fellow inmates free.

The next time I come, I vow to just lie there and let go of my thoughts like my friend Ned does six hours a day, trying not to have to incarnate again. He is in a big hurry to be done with Earthly existence in a spiritual way. But every thought that might flit past my consciousness like a cloud (the analogy meditators all use), I chase, knock down and rope like a calf in a steer-roping contest. Gotcha! Then I spring up, get back on my pony, and mentally look around for the next thought to lasso coming out of the shoot.

Got one! I am failing acupuncture. I’m doomed to get another spinal injection…

But our brains are phenomenal expectation machines. False flattery affects us even when we know it is untrue. (Looking good, you!) And when part of an object or word is missing, our brains fill it in. And when given a placebo we believe is medicine, we get well. But even better, when given a placebo and TOLD it’s a placebo, we still get well!

The implications are so huge I get lost in them. So, I lie there wanting to heal my hip and my heart and in love with my acupuncture points. Yes, there is Mound of Ruins and Tears Container, but there is also Spirit Gate, Shining Sea, and Grasping the Wind.

I try a mantra. “I’m healing,” I tell myself and any spiritual beings that might want to make me not a liar. “I am healed,” I try—going for broke.

“Not just my hip, but everything in my life.” That’s possible, right? That healing is like love? Nonselective, boundaryless? Did you know there is an acupuncture point called Soul Door?

You can’t change your feelings until you change the words in your head. Say them now, because if you say them, in some small part of your brain, you’ll believe them.

I am healing, I am healing,

I am healed.

 

Laura J. Oliver is an award-winning developmental book editor and writing coach, who has taught writing at the University of Maryland and St. John’s College. She is the author of The Story Within (Penguin Random House). Co-creator of The Writing Intensive at St. John’s College, she is the recipient of a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Award in Fiction, an Anne Arundel County Arts Council Literary Arts Award winner, a two-time Glimmer Train Short Fiction finalist, and her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her website can be found here.

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Chesapeake Lens: “To Go” By Jay Fleming

April 19, 2025 by Spy Desk

 

 

A hungry osprey picks up his dinner ‘to go’ from a pound net.

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Adkins Arboretum’s Mystery Monday: Guess the photo

April 14, 2025 by Adkins Arboretum

Happy Mystery Monday! Can you guess what is pictured in the photo below?
The answer to last week’s mystery is red maple flowers, Acer rubrum, pictured in the photo below:
The red maple flowers shown here are female. They are dark, deep red with sticky, fuzzy stigmas that extend past the petals and catch pollen floating by. Clusters of red maple flowers are especially striking against a clear, blue Winter sky.
Maple tree flowers are primarily wind-pollinated. As the flowers fade, the fruit – which is often showier than the flowers – appears. The fruit, botanically classified as a schizocarp, is split into two-winged structures called samaras. The samaras dangle on the ends of branches by thin pedicels, or stalks. They remain on the tree for about a month after the Spring foliage emerges and until the wind disperses them.
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