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I Long for a Country French Bistro in Easton By Maria Grant

February 17, 2026 by Maria Grant Leave a Comment

We can all agree that the Eastern Shore is becoming a foodie paradise. Many of us have our favorite haunts that we frequent on a regular basis. But what I long for is a top-drawer casual French bistro–a neighborhood gathering spot. 

Here’s what I’m thinking. It’s an unpretentious, cozy welcoming place with vintage décor, a dark wood beamed ceiling, wooden tables, checkered tablecloths, and chalkboard menus. Perhaps Edith Piaf music is playing in the background. Outdoor seating with a terrace and umbrellas would be a delightful plus. 

The menu includes high-quality simple traditional French comfort food at reasonable prices. 

I’ve clearly thought about this way too much because I’ve developed a menu in my head.

Breakfasts include croissants, quiches, crepes (lemon blueberry is my favorite), baked eggs, fresh fruits, and omelets.

Lunches, of course, feature French onion soup (another favorite). Plus, there would be croque monsieur/madame sandwiches, salad nicoise, quiches, a cassoulet, a simple salmon dish, and steak frites. 

Dinner appetizers feature pates, mussels, a charcuterie board, escargot, and a Caesar salad. As a main course, the bistro would offer coq au vin, boeuf Bourguignon, roast chicken, duck a l‘orange, trout Amadine, Dover sole, scallops Provençale, Filet Mignon, and lamb chops. 

Scrumptious desserts might include crème Brulé, chocolate mousse, an apple tart, profiteroles, crepe Suzettes, and souffles. And, of course, there would be a selection of French press coffees.

French wines would be offered by the glass and carafe, with some half and full bottles as well. Kir and champagne would be available as aperitifs. And a few selections of Courvoisier and Cognac as after-dinner drinks might also be included. 

Service would be relaxed but professional and efficient. The restaurant would be open all day so you could pop in for a casual sandwich, a café au lait, espresso, or simple dessert. 

Dear readers, if such an establishment were to appear in your neighborhood, would it be on your list of favorite places to enjoy a casual meal? 

Chefs, please hear my plea. Is there anybody out there who could meet this need? I predict you will be a hero, and your bistro will be a major success. 

The other night in my dreams, I heard the waiter saying, “Bon Appetit!” And after consuming a delicious meal, I responded, “Merci. Beauoup. C’etait delicieux. Au revoir.” I left the bistro with the song La Vie en Rose echoing in my head, feeling happy, satisfied, and just a little bit French. 


Maria Grant, formerly principal-in-charge of the federal human capital practice of an international consulting firm, now focuses on writing, reading, music, bicycling, and nature.

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The Cusp By Jamie Kirkpatrick

February 17, 2026 by Jamie Kirkpatrick Leave a Comment

Slowly but surely, this Ice Age is retreating.  Eggman is on high alert for the annual sighting of his favorite red-wing blackbird. Valentine’s Day has come and gone and so has the Christmas tree in our front yard. Every day, there are several more minutes of daylight. We’re even halfway through the Winter Olympics so maybe, just maybe, we’re on the cusp of spring.

“Richard III” opens with the line, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” Is it? I’m not so sure. That was then; this is now: ice and ICE; Pam Bondi’s public melt down on Capitol Hill and her refusal to even look at the Epstein survivors standing behind her; Trump’s cloying narcissism and all the constant chaos that inevitably ensues; Pete Hegseth’s vainglorious and illegal attacks on Senator Mark Kelly; JD Vance’s scowl; even Mrs. Guthrie’s strange and sad disappearance. I don’t know about you, but I think this winter could give Richard III’s gloomy assessment a run for its money. I say, “Bring on spring!”

Last weekend, when I grew weary of watching twenty Scandinavians battle each other in the 30,000 meter cross-country race, or got confused trying to count how many revolutions the Quad God just spun, or tried to understand Curling, I switched channels and headed out to Pebble Beach, that golfing Eden that was bathed in vernal glory. Of course, I realize the Monterey Peninsula is a continent away from us here on the Eastern Shore, but nevertheless, I relished its promise of better days to come and my new knee began to twitch in anticipation of the day when my mates and I can walk out onto the first tee at Chester River and renew our annual Faustian bargain with the golfing gods. What once seemed so distant is now palpably close.

A cusp is the moment of transition bridging two differing states. Astrology loves its cusps—the days when one sign wanes and the next sign waxes. There are also cusps in your teeth and in architecture. Psychology is full of behavioral cusps: the transition from crawling to walking, the moment we use words instead of emotions to express our feelings, learning to read, or the first time we master that most basic element of self-care which is a polite way of saying potty training. Suffice it to say, cusps are all about change, but today, the only cusp I really care about is the one between Richard III’s dreich assessment of that distant winter and Eggman’s imminent reunion with his annual harbinger of spring.

There is, of course, a downside to cusps: they’re transitory, neither fish nor fowl. They are but a dust mote on time’s endless trajectory, meaningless in and of themselves, but necessary to the working out of God’s mysterious and eternal purpose. Without this or that cusp, we would lurch from one season, sign, or developmental stage to the next like a drunk or, worse, one of those mogul skiers making a downhill mockery of my brand new knee. Give me a break! (Sorry, Ms. Vonn!)

All this snow and ice will eventually melt and I’ll find a parking place again. I can feel all the daffodils under my neighbor’s front yard getting pushy. Our poor, overworked heat pump is ready for a long nap. And as for all the political and athletic theater that passes for news these days, I’m on the cusp of turning off my television and going outside to take a nice long walk on my new knee.

I’ll be right back.


Jamie Kirkpatrick is a writer and photographer who lives on both sides of the Chesapeake Bay. His editorials and reviews have 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. His newest novel, “The People Game,” is scheduled for publication next week, but it’s available for pre-order now on Amazon and other platforms. His website is musingjamie.net.

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Do our Animals Love Us? By Angela Rieck

February 12, 2026 by Angela Rieck Leave a Comment

It was a whispered comment, a quiet exchange of pleasantries…but they heard my voice anyway. Immediately, squealing and excited barks echoed throughout the large room. The rock star had arrived. 

When the groomer let them out to the pen, one leaped over her and the other crawled underneath, too quickly for her to put on their collars and leashes. My cute, fluffy dogs galloped across the room, howling in excitement. When they reached the gate, they tried to climb over it, or jump over it…anything to get to their rock star. 

That improbable rock star was me.

I had left them to be groomed for a full 2 ½ hours and they were desperate to touch me, snuggle with me, lick me, and go back home to the best place in the world.

I didn’t need to bother with leashes or collars; they weren’t leaving my side. 

Despite their opinion, I am not a rock star, pretty ordinary actually. A senior citizen just picking up my dogs from the groomers.

But to them, I am the best person in the world. I am amazing. If they are sick, I can heal them. If they are scared, I can reassure them. If they are hurting, I can comfort them. If they are uncertain, I can lead them. If they are hungry, I can feed them. I am their rock star.

In that moment I wondered, do they love me? Or do they just love that I feed them, pet them, walk them, and adore them? 

I certainly love them. But do they love me?

Dogs are a unique species that can connect and communicate with a human on the human’s level. But do they love us? Most scientists believe that they do. The dog-human bond is so strong that modern training approaches recommend using praise instead of treats to reinforce behavior. 

Researchers are evaluating the ability of dogs to communicate in our language. Using large push buttons placed on the floor (usually on a mat with many labeled buttons), dogs can communicate with their humans by pressing a button with their paw. Their humans label the buttons by speaking the word for each button label (e.g., “outside”). Then their dogs can press a button to communicate their need. For example, dogs can press the “potty” or an “outside” button when they need to go out. Many of these owners have also included the button that expresses “love” and dogs click that as well.

Why do scientists think that dogs love us?

The most obvious is their behavior.

  • Dogs are happy to see us. Their expressions can range from a simple tail wag to a full throttle welcome, filled with snuggles, barks, whines, and touch. 
  • Dogs prefer their humans to anything, including food (although some food-oriented dogs do prefer food; full disclosure: one of my dogs would push me in the street for a hot dog, but regret it later). 
  • Dogs like to stay close to us as much as they can. Dogs follow us everywhere; they want to be with us. 
  • They look to us for comfort, affection, protection, security, and assurance. In fact, dogs rely on humans more than they do other dogs.

There are also clinical indicators that dogs love us.

There is chemical evidence. Dog-human eye contact produces oxytocin. It is called the “Oxytocin-gaze positive loop.” Oxytocin is a hormone that works as a neurotransmitter in the brain to produce a feeling of “love” or “euphoria.” A 2015 study in Japan demonstrated that Oxytocin is released when humans and dogs gaze at each other.

There is MRI imagery. In 2014, Emory University researchers using an fMRI scan, found that the section of dogs’ brains associated with positive expectations reacted most strongly to the scent of their specific humans. A similar study in Budapest, Hungary, demonstrated results with the voice of their human. 

Findings suggest dogs can interpret emotion in our voices. My dogs are really skilled at appearing apologetic when they make a mistake. 

What about cats? I write mostly about dogs because I am allergic to cats, but I still love them and would love to have another orange tabby like my previous cat, Jesse. 

Scientists believe that cats also love their owners. While cats may be more subtle than dogs, cats see their owners as sources of comfort and safety. A 2019 study at Oregon State University revealed that cats experience less stress when their owner is present. Unlike dogs, cats show love in quieter ways, such as sitting next to us, following us, purring, head butting (which is marking us with their scent), and slow blinking. Cats meow to communicate with us and soft, gentle meows are interpreted signs of affection. 

So, I choose to believe that my dogs love me almost as much as I love them. And I guess that I am a rock star after all. I just have a very small fan base.


Angela Rieck, a Caroline County native, received her PhD in Mathematical Psychology from the University of Maryland and worked as a scientist at Bell Labs, and other high-tech companies in New Jersey before retiring as a corporate executive. Angela and her dogs divide their time between St Michaels and Key West Florida. Her daughter lives and works in New York City.

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It’s Time to Celebrate All the World’s Achievements by Maria Grant

February 10, 2026 by Maria Grant Leave a Comment

I love watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympic games. It’s an opportunity to celebrate the city where the games take place. And then there’s the pride, wonder, and sense of possibilities on the faces of the Olympians themselves. They’re the best.

Milan’s opening ceremony did not disappoint. It was creative and exciting, celebrating art, design, fashion, dance and so much more. Most countries were cheered enthusiastically. Italy, of course, got massive cheers. So did Ukraine. There was especially exuberant applause for Canada and Mexico. The U.S. received respectful applause, with the exception of boos when J.D. Vance and his wife Usha were flashed on the screen. 

It got me thinking about this Administration’s mantra that the U.S. is superior to all other countries. No other country can do what we can do. We are the best at everything. The rest of the world needs to suck it up, just admit it, and deal with it. That’s the attitude. 

Don’t get me wrong. I think America’s pretty great most of the time—though I must admit not lately.

Let’s look objectively at the situation. When asked who the most talented classical musicians are, many might say Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, or the Beatles. When asked about their favorite artists, many might say Monet, Picasso, or Michaelangelo. When asked about their favorite wines or cuisines, many might say French, Italian, Thai, or Asian. When asked about their favorite classic authors, responses might include Dostoevsky, Flaubert, or Shakespeare. When asked about the most impressive architecture, the choices are endless. But most would not be U.S. based. You get my drift. 

My point is let’s not negate the massive accomplishments of the rest of the world. Let’s acknowledge and celebrate them. They are a testament to the creativity and spirit of humankind. 

Has America accomplished amazing achievements? Absolutely. We might get first-place ratings in technology, space exploration, medical discoveries, and more. Let’s be proud of them. But this Administration’s ethnocentric attitude that America is superior in all regards is dangerous. It heightens racist tendencies and encourages making premature judgments about others, resulting in harmful social categorizations that overlook the magic of cultural diversity. 

Trump’s “Make America Great Again” slogan is in itself is an effort to roll back the increasing diversity of the U.S. The attitude is that undeserving “others” are getting America’s resources and privileged treatment thereby shorting native-born White Americans. 

That same philosophy was crystal clear in Trump’s comments at Davos. Basically, Trump told NATO countries that America gives you so much, and we get nothing in return. All this giving means that America gets less for itself. Comments such as those result in other countries feeling disrespected and unacknowledged for their own contributions and amazing accomplishments. 

Trump’s remarks and actions resulted in several anti-American protests on the streets of Milan. No one enjoys being disrespected.

Surely, all Americans want the U.S. to excel in the Winter Olympic games this year. There is always a nervous medal count drama. But there should also be an awe at the amazing feats that these Olympians will accomplish—no matter from what country the Olympian originates. 

When we celebrate the accomplishments of others, we foster a supportive environment and reinforce the idea that success is not a finite resource. 

John Quincy Adams once wrote, “If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, you are a leader.”

Let us applaud the accomplishments and abilities of all Olympians. They will accomplish feats that most of us can only dream about. 


Maria Grant, formerly the principal-in-charge of the federal human capital practice of an international consulting firm, now focuses on writing, reading, music, bicycling, and nature.

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Lindsey Vonn Should Not Have Skied by J.E. Dean

February 10, 2026 by J.E. Dean Leave a Comment

Last Saturday night, I decided not to watch the Women’s Downhill at the Milan Cortina Olympics. I wanted to, but I knew that Lindsey Vonn would be on. I predicted what would happen, and I was right.

I both admire Lindsey Vonn’s courage to attempt a super-fast recovery from a torn ACL to compete in the Olympics and am disappointed in her for making a monumentally wrong decision. She should have known that attempting to ski in the Olympics 10 days after suffering a major injury was wrong. Very wrong.

In Italy, it was just after noon Sunday. Vonn thought she was ready to go.  She wasn’t.

By competing, Vonn not only ended up in the hospital again, rescued from the course by helicopter, but took the place of another skier who may not have won a medal, but would have had the opportunity to try. It was egotistical for both Vonn to believe that she could win a gold medal this year (her stated goal) and to believe that she deserved a spot on the team, given her injury.

I wish Lindsey a quick and complete recovery. I will continue to be an enthusiastic fan. 

I also hope that other athletes—and many people involved in other activities, especially politics—will learn from her mistake. The lesson: Realistically assess your abilities before taking on a project.

For the past year, and from 2017-2021, I have watched a President of the United States claim, “I alone can fix it.”  History has shown that to be false. America would be better off without a President who makes decisions based on his gut or the latest rant on Fox News. The President breaks things that would not have been broken with any other Democrat or Republican serving as President.

Can you imagine any other President posting a meme of the Obamas depicted as apes? Or anyone else who would choose Pete Hegseth, Kristi Noem, or Pam Bondi to serve in their cabinet. Or have the audacity to sue the IRS and Department of Treasury for $10 billion?

Unfortunately, a huge ego sometimes is necessary to achieve greatness. The sports world and Washington, D.C. are both full of huge egos which have resulted in dozens of “greats.”  A huge ego, by itself, is not a recipe for failure and could be a prerequisite. But a huge ego coupled with delusional narcissism can produce failure, sometimes laughable failure.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry when I see images of the 90,000-square-foot ballroom that looks like a ham-fisted attempt to turn the White House into a Presidential Palace that would make any dictator envious. And when I heard that Trump wants to put his own image on a commemorative coin celebrating the Nation’s 250th anniversary, I was torn between reaching for a vomit bag (I stole a couple years ago on a Delta flight) and grabbing my iPhone, on which I wanted to snap an image for use with an article on how a clown got into the White House.

Lindsey Vonn’s mistake is one she likely now regrets. 

Trump, best I can tell, regrets nothing. His many mistakes are ones that we pay for. He has alienated most of America’s allies in favor of rehabilitating Vladimir Putin, enriched himself through apparent corruption, and threatens democracy on a near-daily basis (one example: “a mission to Federalize” the administration of elections in Democratic States).

Lindsey Vonn is a good person. It is hard to imagine her doing anything racist or stupid, except, perhaps her decision to compete in the Olympics after her injury. Despite her mistake this year, she will be a role model for many people for years to come. Contrast that with Donald J. Trump. How many years will it take to reverse the damage he is doing to the United States of America? 

Will we be “the world’s greatest democracy” by the time Trump leaves office?

 Unfortunately, Vonn’s crash on Sunday (Italian time)  will be a lasting memory of the 2026 Winter Games. Trump’s second term, tragically, will be remembered as the beginning of the end of American greatness unless voters turn out to vote and use their vote to put an end to the madness, racism, and poor judgment of the nearly 80-year-old man who is President.

God save the United States of America.


J.E. Dean writes on politics, government, goldendoodles, and other subjects. A former counsel on Capitol Hill and public affairs consultant, Dean is an advocate for democracy, sanity, and the rule of law.

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The Plimsoll Line By Jamie Kirkpatrick

February 10, 2026 by Jamie Kirkpatrick Leave a Comment

 

To help me pass my recovery-from-surgery time, my friend Spiff loaned me a book, “The Gales of November.” (By the way, “Spiff” is a perfect nickname for this friend because he really is a very spiffy guy!) The subtitle of this book is “The Untold Story of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” the Great Lakes freighter that sunk in Lake Superior in November 1975 and has since been immortalized by Gordon Lightfoot’s song. It’s not a book I would have chosen for myself, but boy, am I glad Spiff loaned it to me because it is both a detailed examination of an overlooked American way of life, as well as a riveting account of an unspeakable human tragedy. If you’re in search of a good read, I give John U. Bacon’s book two thumbs up!

I learned a lot by reading “The Gales of November:” the mining and marine transport of taconite (iron ore pellets); life on a Great Lakes freighter and in its various ports of call; the squeeze of the “Soo” Locks, and the lives of all the brave Great Lakes sailors who manned the “Fitz.” And about the Plimsoll Line. I’d never heard of it before, but now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Samuel Plimsoll was a 19th Century British politician, a member of the House of Commons, who was sympathetic to the plight of workers and the poor. He was particularly concerned about seamen who toiled aboard British “coffin ships,” overloaded and unsafe cargo vessels that sent many sailors to a watery grave. Ship owners were aware of the problems, but turned a blind eye to them by taking advantage of a new growth industry—insurance. Instead of improving working conditions aboard their compromised vessels, owners took out huge insurance policies on these vessels—in Mr. Bacon’s words, making “a cynical bet against the lives of their helpless crews.” If a ship arrived safely in port, the owners would turn a tidy profit. If their vessel sank on route, the insurance payout was exponentially more.

Plimsoll set out to change that calculus but his attempts to pass new regulations were repeatedly foiled by colleagues in Parliament who had financial interests in the shipping industry. But slowly, public opinion began to side with Mr. Plimsoll and in 1867, Parliament passed the Marine Shipping Act which, among things, required ship owners to paint a line on the port and starboard sides of their vessels to indicate how far down a fully loaded ship could sit in the water and still sail safely. Today, that line— the “Plimsoll Line”— is the law in virtually every seafaring nation.

So, tell me: where is America’s Plimsoll Line these dreary days? It seems to me we are sinking ever lower and lower in the water and it won’t be long until we’re overloaded and unfit to sail. Overloaded ships are unsafe in heavy seas, but an overloaded nation is a global disaster waiting to happen. If our ship of state sinks, we’ll all go down with it.

Greed was the motivation of the ship owners in Samuel Plimsoll’s day. Greed and unchecked political power are its contemporary counterparts. When I watch the news now and see the horrific images of masked ICE agents shooting innocent citizens, or hear the odious lies coming from the White House, or from other federal agencies, or even congressional hearings, I can’t help but wonder if we aren’t already well below our political Plimsoll Line. It’s November, the gales are blowing, and we’re foundering.

The next time you see one of those giant cargo ships or enormous freighters out on the Bay, look for its Plimsoll Line. I assure you it’s there. Where is ours?

I’ll be right back.


Jamie Kirkpatrick is a writer and photographer who lives on both sides of the Chesapeake Bay. His editorials and reviews have 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. His newest novel, “The People Game,” is scheduled for publication later this month, but it’s available for pre-order now on Amazon and other platforms. His website is musingjamie.net.

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Snow Angels By Laura J. Oliver

February 8, 2026 by Laura J. Oliver Leave a Comment

I watched the snow pile up through the window by the fire, grateful that I wouldn’t be shoveling out my car when it stopped. 

I live on a street where my house is one of perhaps three without off-street parking. It’s a narrow road that requires my VW to be parked tight to the curb with the sideview mirror tucked in at all times. With a major storm closing in, the mayor had offered free parking in the city garages to clear the street for emergency vehicles and eventually, plows. But when the blizzard ended, and it was time to retrieve the car, I could see I was in trouble. The 4-foot-deep, 4-foot-wide wall of snow the plows had created along the curb was now encased in 6 inches of ice. There was nowhere to park.

I tried a sledgehammer to break the crust but quickly ran out of strength. I then resorted to a pickaxe, which was effective only a few inches at a time. My neighbor across the street, who was shoveling her drive, yelled, “Laura! You’re scaring me” as I wielded my axe. “Ha ha,” I called back, like I wasn’t scaring myself. 

I thought of my sister in Charlottesville, slammed by the same storm whose horse barn is on a hill a long way from the house. Because of the ice, the horses could not be allowed out in the fields, so I knew this sister was mucking the stalls alone, then maneuvering a heavy wheelbarrow through the ice pack as well. 

As the setting sun pinked the horizon with the blush of goodbye, I stopped, leaned on my axe, pushed back my ski hat, and thought of my parents—both dead now. I thought, I bet you guys are proud of us—I bet you know Andee is shoveling out the barn like a farmhand twice her weight and size, and I’ll bet you are proud of me, out here trying my best to do this impossible job. But, I said, looking up as the sky turned to indigo, if you could send help, that would be awesome. 

There wasn’t a soul on the street by this time, and I couldn’t even envision a way anyone could help me. But that’s the thing about miracles— your strategizing includes only solutions you can imagine, and the universe is so much bigger and more creative than any of us.

So, I just threw it out there as the axe came down again—Mom, Dad, if you’re not busy… if it’s not too much trouble, send help because night is falling, the deadline to move the car from the garage is looming, and I can’t do this much longer. 

In the world muted by snow, I heard an engine in the distance. I continued to whack away. But as it got louder, I looked up and saw a pickup truck with a plow attached turning down my street and picking up speed. I stepped out into its path and waved down the driver.

Inside sat three men on their way to or from a job. Through their half-opened window, I explained my predicament, and the driver eyed my wall of ice. I can’t help you, he said. There’s no place to move the snow. I explained that if he could push it even ten feet down the street, where no one needed to park, that would help. He shook his head and kept staring at the problem. 

I made one more attempt to show him where the snow could be moved, then thanked him for stopping, for even considering helping, and wished him well. But as I turned back to my shoveling, he suddenly threw the truck into reverse, lowered the plow, gunned the engine, and flew down the side of the curb for about 50 feet—violently,  instantly, and effortlessly breaking the wall of ice—doing in 30 seconds what would take me days to accomplish. 

And he wasn’t done.

He backed up and made three more passes, clearing snow and solid ice not just from the curb but the median as well. I ran in the house to scramble for all the cash I could find. Who carries cash anymore? And when he backed up the last time to see if I was okay with what he’d done, I thanked him profusely, happily thrusting the money through the window.

He said no, I said yes. He said no. 

And I said, “You have to let me do this. I just prayed for help, and that help was you!” He smiled. The other men smiled. 

A dream I once shared came to me again then. I had gone to bed wondering about guardian angels. My three children were little at the time, and I imagine I was thinking… is anyone watching over us? I could use some help here.

And that night, I dreamed I did indeed have a guardian angel, and that person was standing right behind me! I could feel the presence, a benign loving energy, close enough to touch. And I thought, all I have to do is turn around. A mystery of the universe is about to be revealed. Male or female, I wondered. Young or old? Familiar or stranger? Slowly, slowly, I turned to meet my protector and guide. To say thank you, I’m so grateful. How can I serve?

And there was not one person in attendance; there were hundreds, maybe thousands of souls standing there–smiling, compassionate countenances as far as the eye could see. 

We want to know how everything works, but here’s the thing: until we do, we live in a world where we’re not in charge. Where the inexplicable can happen.

Dreams are elusive; they fade, usually an obvious processing of the day’s events.

But sometimes we get a glimpse of a greater reality: a universe in which love is infinite, and help available, for the challenge you can’t face alone.


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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Numbers, Numbers, Everywhere By Angela Rieck

February 5, 2026 by Angela Rieck Leave a Comment

I love numbers. I love everything about them. I love how they give me information. I love how they categorize things. I love how they provide a window into understanding. 

I love to analyze numbers. I love to use numbers to find trends, to discover relationships, to predict behavior, to explain the world.

Here are some key statistics today. There is a 26.2% decline in U.S. drug overdose deaths. The GDP has an average annualized growth rate of 4.4%. Global population has reached 8.1 billion. U.S. median household income was approximately $82,000. From these numbers we can explain and see the world.

Yet I also know how dangerous numbers can be. Numbers allow us to remove humanity and replace it with hypotheses, things. Numbers can reduce us to points on a chart. A single number can define us. A group of numbers, demographics, can categorize us. 

Numbers are really just a language that we use to classify, categorize, understand, that’s it. Yet we give so much weight to numbers. 

Look at IQ. Since I am classically trained in test development, I understand exactly what IQ is. When we construct tests, we have to compare them to something to see if they are right (called construct validity). So how did we really decide intelligence? Well, over a hundred years ago, a bunch of white men decided what intelligence was and then developed questions to measure their view of intelligence. While IQ tests have been modified and changed since then, when you strip it of everything, IQ is just a number that is based on self-declared intelligent people’s view of intelligence. See how meaningless it really is? Fortunately, now there are multiple types of intelligence.

Numbers can be very dangerous. 

This is a story about one of my heroes, arguably one of the smartest men who ever lived. His name was Sir Francis Galton. He was a genius by any standard. He developed statistical tests to measure relationship (correlation). He discovered the phenomenon of regression toward the mean. He created fingerprint forensics. He devised the first weather map. He was the first to establish a complete record of short-term climatic phenomena on a European scale. He invented questionnaires and a whistle to test hearing ability. But mostly he loved collecting and analyzing numbers. 

Inspired by his cousin Charles Darwin’s Origin of the Species, he decided to use his understanding of numbers to aid evolution. He created and coined the term Eugenics. With Eugenics, he was able to reduce humanity to a number, based on his view of intelligence, he believed that he could predict intelligence by race. 

It had disastrous consequences.

In the early 1900s, scientists took this data and ran with it. Eventually moving to body metrics, head size; basically everything that they could measure about people at the time. They used this data to predict who would be successful, who would be a criminal, who should be sterilized, who should be killed. 

Galton’s work was used by the Nazis, it was used to sterilize thousands of people, it was used categorize intelligence based on race, gender, and head size.

So, numbers are fun, they are enlightening, they allow us to prioritize, they help us understand. They give us a view of where we are headed.

But we can never allow ourselves to forget who is hiding behind our numbers.

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The Supreme Court Shares a Big Part of the Blame by Maria Grant

February 3, 2026 by Maria Grant Leave a Comment

It’s hard not to blame the Supreme Court for a huge chunk of the nightmare we’re currently experiencing.

The Supreme Court is supposed to decide whether laws and government actions follow the Constitution. It is also supposed to interpret laws that Congress passes to decide if they are being carried out correctly.

Republicans have sought to prevent the Court from executing these and other functions when Court decisions would undermine executing their agenda. They have done so by establishing strict ideological tests for potential nominees and, whenever possible, blocking the confirmation of Justices that Democratic presidents nominate. The Justices that Republican presidents appointed have resorted to questionable interpretations of the Constitution, thereby producing decisions that align with the Republican agenda, sometimes overturning decades-long precedents.

Currently conservatives hold a strong majority on the Bench. The two Presidents Bush appointed John Roberts, Samuel Alito, and Clarence Thomas. Trump appointed Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, and Amy Coney Barrett. Obama appointed Sonia Sotomayor and Elena Kagan. Biden appointed Ketanji Brown Jackson.

The Federalist Society and the Heritage Foundation play a central role in selecting conservative justices. Both organizations provided Trump with a list of potential nominees to the Supreme Court. All six current conservative Supreme Court Justices have ties to the Federalist Society. In many cases, the failure of the Supreme Court to uphold the Constitution was caused by these two organizations.

In recent years, the Court overturned Roe v. Wade. It also gave the President wide but not absolute immunity from criminal prosecution for actions in office.

Thanks to Trump’s almost unchecked immunity, he initiated military operations without consulting Congress and deployed National Guard troops to several cities across the country without consulting the governors of the states involved. He tore down the East Wing of the White House and took over the Kennedy Center, adding his name to it, without going through proper channels.

Congress has failed to step up to the plate. Despite private misgivings, congressional Republicans have acquiesced to the President’s authoritarian power grab. (More on Congress’s failures in a future column.)

The Supreme Court ruled that federal prosecutors overreached when they used an obstruction law against January 6 rioters. It has also dismantled some federal administrative laws such as environmental protection regulations. It struck down a ban on federal bump stock devices for guns. And it stated that race-based university admission policies at Harvard and the University of North Carolina could no longer be used, upending decades of so-called affirmative action.

The Court also intervened in cases involving the Trump administration’s efforts to control independent agencies which many claimed was a major overreach.

Given the importance and ripple effect of the case regarding the President’s authority to levy tariffs (under the Constitution only the Congress can impose a tax), the Court has been disappointingly slow in issuing a decision.

More than 50 percent of Americans disapprove of the Supreme Court’s job performance. Americans view the courts decisions as political rather than focused on interpretations of the law, with many viewing the Court as having a far-right agenda. Plus, scandals around undisclosed luxury travel and gifts accepted by justices, coupled with controversial rulings, have significantly damaged public trust. (Clarence Thomas took numerous undisclosed trips, funded by Republican billionaire Harlan Crowe, involving private jets, yachts, and expensive resorts. Samuel Alito flew an upside-down flag outside his Virginia home, a symbol of the effort to block certification of the 2020 presidential election results.)

So, how can this situation be rectified? An ideal but unrealistic answer would be for Presidents to select Supreme Court justices based on their competency, experience, and commitment to the Constitution. Because this now seems like a pipe dream, immediate reforms are needed.

There have been serious calls for structural change including term limits. The Center for American Progress advocates for 18-year term limits to prevent justices from holding power for life and to make the appointment process more predictable.

Some propose court expansion to balance the ideological tilt, though this is seen as highly controversial, and some see it as a threat to long-term stability. I agree.

There are also calls for legislative checks that would allow Congress to use its power to limit the Court’s authority on certain issues or to override specific interpretations of federal law.

Last year, the Court released a code of conduct, but there currently are no enforcement mechanisms.

The framers of the Constitution created the Supreme Court as an important part of the system of checks and balances that are essential to our freedom. The Supreme Court is meant to serve the people, not the partisan interests of presidents who nominate individual justices or senators who vote to approve them.

Chief Justice John Roberts once wrote, “I will be vigilant to protect the independence and integrity of the Supreme Court, and I will work to ensure that it upholds the rule of law and safeguards those liberties that make this land one of endless possibilities for all Americans.”

These words have not been followed with actions. Mr. Chief Justice, you, and some of your colleagues, have let the country down. We are far from a country with endless possibilities for all Americans. Your failures are a major disappointment and, much more seriously, have jeopardized our democracy.


Maria Grant, formerly the principal-in-charge of the federal human capital practice of an international consulting firm, now focuses on writing, reading, music, bicycling, and nature.

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Ten By Jamie Kirkpatrick

February 3, 2026 by Jamie Kirkpatrick Leave a Comment

No cake or candles; no cards or gifts; just a memory…

It was the first Saturday of February 2016. I was walking over to the Farmers Market when I heard something high up in the sky. I craned my neck and, sure enough, I saw a large flight of geese heading north. “You know,” I thought to myself, “geese would be much better at detecting the onset of spring than some silly groundhog up in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. Geese can see for miles and miles, while grumpy old Phil can only see what’s right outside the front door of his den. I wonder…”  When I got home from the market, I sat down and wrote my very first Musing. I called it “Groundhogs and Geese” and for lack of a better idea, I sent it off to The Spy. The rest, as they say, is history.

That was 520 weeks ago—a decade!—and I haven’t missed a deadline yet. I call this weekly Musing “my happy discipline.” (Writers need a little discipline, so I’m glad mine is happy!) I didn’t start off with much in the way of expectations. Unconsciously, I left the heavier lifting to all my Spy colleagues with much more political experience and acumen than I. Instead, I chose to write about little things: the weather, my friends, our little house, or the view from our front porch. Occasionally, if we were away, I’d send you a postcard, nothing very exotic, just a change of scene I thought you might enjoy. 

Then, about a year ago, I looked in the mirror and saw a man standing on the sidelines. There was a lot going on in the world I didn’t think was right, so I decided to veer in a slightly different direction, hardly brass-knuckle politics, maybe just some personal umbrage about what was emanating from Washington and infecting not only the American hinterland, but also the whole world. I’ll admit I had second thoughts. So did my wife who is always my first reader. She was concerned I would lose readers; I was more worried that I might open Pandora’s Box and unleash even more harpies into the atmosphere. I was happier when I was musing about groundhogs and geese than when I was distraught about murders in Minneapolis or the death of the Atlantic alliance. But those elements which once seemed so far away were inching closer and closer to home and I didn’t want to see them take root right out in front of my house. So, I gave myself permission to use this platform to express my outrage as well as my wonder, my despair as well as my delight. I hope you understand.

Anyway, this is my tenth anniversary as The Spy’s unofficial Muser and I am grateful both to The Spy and to you, dear readers, who have travelled these roads with me over the last decade. But here’s the truth: even if I could write this column for a century, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t read it and think about what I have to say from time to time. Don’t get me wrong: I’m under no illusion that this weekly exegesis is but a drop in the bucket of contemporary thought. As for my occasional forays into more worldly events, well, let’s just hope these are but a temporary detour away from our more local and better angels.

Should you hear anything that sounds like honking up in the sky anytime soon, look up and think about what’s really important. Everything else will surely pass.

I’ll be right back.


Jamie Kirkpatrick is a writer and photographer who lives on both sides of the Chesapeake Bay. His editorials and reviews have 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. His newest novel, “The People Game,” is scheduled for publication later this month, but it’s available for pre-order now on Amazon and other platforms. His website is musingjamie.net.

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