Weekends are a great time to spend with the family. Here are some upcoming opportunities you don’t want to miss!
There’s been a surge of fiction and nonfiction by writers of my generation dealing with the matter of becoming the caretaker of aging parents. I myself got a piece out of this life transition — for the New York Times, yippee. But in my case, that phase only lasted a few months, and it was ten years ago. I’ve now aged out and gone on to the next milestone — being taken care of by my children and other younguns.
No, I am not yet completely infirm, doddering and non compos mentis (though as you may recall I was recently taken advantage of by scammers). But I guess I have become a little fragile. On St. Patrick’s Day, I was in a sequinned gold dress on the 13th floor of the Belvedere Hotel, dancing at the wedding of dear friends for whom I had just offered a heartfelt toast. I must have been getting a little too jiggy with it because my right kneecap — which has been letting me down this way since 1971 during my entrance onstage as Cassius during the tenth-grade rock opera production of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar — took a leave of absence from its leg-holding-together duties. In other words, my patella subluxated. I lost my balance and hit the floor, catching myself with my left hand.
Baltimore’s spiraling scourge of gun violence this week claimed the life of the city police department chief spokesman’s brother.
Terp fans had a rough week after the men’s squad was bounced from the opening round of the NCAA Tournament. However, thanks to HBO, they’ll get to relive a small piece of their team’s past glory through a touching new segment about a Terps legend and native Baltimorean.
The executive director of Live Baltimore, an organization that promotes the benefits of living in Baltimore, has resigned to move out-of-state.
Steven Gondol, executive director since 2011, announced yesterday that he is moving to Dayton, Ohio, to be with his wife, who is taking a leadership role in her family-owned business, PDi Communication Systems.
My old dog is deaf. Completely deaf. It is a strange thing to take care of a dog that cannot hear and we are learning together how to navigate this. We cannot be lazy with him at all. If we let him out in the back yard and he goes crazy barking at the rabbit and fox, we’ve got to be prepared to trek out to get him, positioning ourselves so that he can see us. We have to make hand signals to tell him to be quiet. Remarkably, he seems to understand these.
My sister and I had traveled home to give my brother a break. We were with my mother at her primary care physician’s, technically a licensed nurse practitioner whose manner is part game show host, part private investigator. We all love her. After the good news –physically Mom was in top form — Lynne shifted gears, getting to the real reason we were there.