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Second Body Recovered from Inner Harbor Within a Week

0 Written by: | Friday, May 26, 2017 1:10pm

Baltimore police this morning recovered a body floating in the Inner Harbor, the second one discovered there in the last week.

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Woman Dies 11 Days After Being Arrested by Baltimore Police and Collapsing in Cell

0 Written by: | Thursday, Apr 20, 2017 3:27pm

Photo via National Police Car Archives

A woman who suddenly collapsed and fell severely ill after she was arrested by Baltimore police officers last week passed away today.

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Tawon Boyd’s Death After Fight with Police Ruled an Accident

0 Written by: | Thursday, Dec 29, 2016 2:28pm

Tawon Boyd (via Facebook)

A 21-year-old Middle River man’s September death following a scuffle with Baltimore County police was an accident rather than a homicide, according to the state medical examiner’s office.

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Bohemian Rhapsody, Featured, Lifeline

How to Celebrate the Day of the Dead

9 Written by: | Tuesday, Nov 01, 2016 1:30pm

DAy of the Dead

Rejoicing Quietus by Thaneeya McArdle

In honor of the Day of the Dead, we re-post this favorite column from our archives, originally posted October 30, 2013. 

Drape a small table with a cloth in the favorite color of the person you loved who has died. Adorn it with candles, flowers (marigolds are traditional) and framed photographs. Set out some favorite foods: a slice of pie, a bottle of beer, a Milky Way. Add the instruments of their hobbies and vices: a pack of Newports, a deck of cards, a banjo. A People magazine, a racquet, a Terrible Towel. A copy of Peter Pan, of The Joy of Cooking, of the Bible.

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Maryland’s Mysterious Deaths

0 Written by: | Thursday, May 21, 2015 9:26am


The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recently parsed some macabre–but fascinating–data. Using state death data, they determined which causes of death were most “distinctive” on a state-by-state basis. To break this down a bit: All over the country, the leading causes of death (heart attack, accident, suicide, etc.) are the same. This particular data-crunching was looking for something else– causes of death that might not represent huge populations, but were significantly higher, statistically speaking, than in other states. Read More →

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Murtherfore: A Story of Alcoholic Inspiration

1 Written by: | Wednesday, Dec 31, 2014 12:00pm

1920s  Party

This New Year’s Eve, writer Lindsay Fleming remembers her father-in-law’s wit and wisdom, his whiskey sours and his elegant exit.

My father-in-law was famous for his whiskey sours.  When your drink ran dry, he’d be quick to notice and urge a refill.  If you hesitated, he’d settle it with the reminder, “No bird ever flew on one wing.”  When he died, copies of his recipe were posted by magnet on the refrigerator at the family beach house.  A backup was filed underneath the highball glasses in the art deco bar on the screened-in porch. Read More →

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Myra and Mom

9 Written by: | Wednesday, Dec 10, 2014 10:27am

image via weheartit.com

image via weheartit.com

Baltimore writer Gay Jervey remembers her mother’s most enduring–and exciting–friendship.

Not long ago, I received the news that I had been dreading for months: Myra Shannonhouse, my honorary Godmother, ally and bridge to so much that had come to shape me, had died after the long, wrenching free fall that so frequently accompanies illness, old age and the kind of greedy bad luck that just won’t back down. Read More →



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The Inexplicable Nature of Seed Pods

1 Written by: | Wednesday, Feb 19, 2014 9:30am

image via aeliope.blogspot.com

image via aeleope.blogspot.com

University of Baltimore MFA student Ian Anderson remembers his teenage summers at the beach with friends who were like brothers until they couldn’t be any longer.

I was sitting on the step in the garage of Greene’s Bike Rental with my summer friends, Dominic and Marty. Dominic was a year younger than me, wearing a long, white t-shirt and gym shorts—his uniform. Marty was a year older than me, but the shortest and with the kindest face. We were waiting for the cops to show up. Mr. Greene assured us the cops were coming, and our parents. I was 14 years old, an age when angry parents are infinitely worse than anything the judicial system can offer. Mr. Greene kept walking around the garage, cursing, coming back to us, saying, “you little shits,” and then walking around again. I was scared. I think Marty and Dominic were, too, but they didn’t show it, so I didn’t either. The garage door was open, framing a blue sky with cotton candy clouds, the kind you see on postcards. The wind was coming in off the sea, cooling the streets of Wildwood, where my family rented an apartment above my grandmother’s beach house every summer. It was a beautiful day outside, but we were in the garage. Read More →

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The Southern Gentleman: Some Memories of A Friend

12 Written by: | Wednesday, Oct 09, 2013 8:00am

Dudley Clendenen

Dudley Clendinen’s author photo from his book, A Place Called Canterbury

Last night was the opening of the new show at the American Visionary Art Museum, in which my friend from Woodstock, Steve Heller, has five pieces. I was extra excited about this because I introduced Steve to Rebecca Hoffberger, the director of the Visionary, whom I met at a dinner at Dudley Clendinen’s house five years ago.

Dudley! The thought of him gave me such a pang. One of the hard parts of losing someone is the way things just keep happening that you so wish the person could know about. At the time of Dudley’s death in May 2012, his niece Lucy Alibar had just released her movie, “Beasts of the Southern Wild,” which ended up with four Oscar nominations. I could only hope they get Entertainment Weekly in heaven.

I pulled out a copy of Dudley’s book, A Place Called Canterbury, to show Steve and his wife Martha. Canterbury is the Tampa retirement home where Dudley’s mother spent the last part of her life. Dudley clocked 400 days and nights there with her, documenting how the first generation of super-old people was dealing with life in their 90s and beyond. His author photo is nothing but hot: classic features, tanned skin, a shock of gorgeous white hair, rock-star sunglasses.

He died without ever getting very old at all.

I met Dudley in 2008, about twenty-five years after he changed his whole life by quitting drinking, coming out, and leaving his wife all at once. I instantly loved him; he had a deep, luscious Southern accent, a courtly manner, and a wicked sense of humor.  His apartment was like an outpost of the Visionary, the walls covered ceiling to floor with paintings, some by his partner, Josh Batten. You could generally find Dudley in the kitchen, scrambling eggs for a lunch party or baking cheese grits and a pork loin for dinner. Read More →

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