Rick Hutzell

Annapolis marks the start of spring in its own ways, even if nobody tells the calendar.

On a trip to Ireland, there’s a spot where literature and taking to the water meet. Maybe there’s a place for this at home.

I don’t believe you can see evil in someone’s face. I’m not even sure it exists. It’s an old-fashioned concept, one you don’t hear much discussed anymore. Is Alex Murdaugh evil? Was Forrest Clyde Williams III?

Zombies are the reigning champion of pop culture monsters for a simple reason — they are a rotting metaphor for anything bad we choose to reanimate.

Annapolis is awash in often vitriolic fights about public access to the water. Greenbury Point, Holly Beach Farm, Quiet Waters Retreat, Whitehall and more are names at the forefront of the effort to expand the number of people who get to use the Chesapeake Bay.

Anne Arundel County’s schools superintendent is leading an effort to dump the 180-day calendar, but his proposal faces an uncertain future in the General Assembly.

Browns Woods Park seems too small a rectangle of patchy grass for the symbolism it holds. It is a touchstone of the historic Black community that once stretched from the Severn River across from Annapolis, all the way to Arnold in the north.

The Naval Academy has renamed a classroom building for the 39th president, who recently entered home hospice care. But why did it take so long to honor the only graduate to ever become president?

When WRNR went off the air this month, Annapolis mourned the demise of its only FM station. It was a refrain similar to the one two years ago when Pat Sajak sold WNAV for $1. “Oh, woe is me,” cried Annapolis.

Buying a waterfront house in Eastport seems like an odd choice for Jeffrey Eckel, an investor funding the generational shift from a carbon-based energy economy to one less likely to wreck the planet.

I don’t really hate Valentine’s Day. I pretend that I do. I’ve spent the last 29 years sending Happy Presidents Day flowers to my wife because I’d rather not feel forced to say I love you. I do love her. Absolutely. But, if I’m honest about it, I like Presidents Day better than Valentine’s Day.

The Maryland Department of Health is making it possible for more parts of Maryland to emulate Anne Arundel County’s crisis response system.

Artificial intelligence is about to have a Chesapeake Bay moment, changing environmental science in land use, wetlands preservation, oyster propagation and more. Could it save the bay?

Lynne Streeter Childress remembers the day her eighth grade history teacher was talking about the Constitution and the class spontaneously broke out in song from a 1975 episode of “Schoolhouse Rock.”

On Thursday night in Annapolis, these three gatherings might seem like unrelated events tied by a coincidence of calendar. But they were linked by the thread of gun violence in a small town, by people striving for change and by me. I followed the thread in hopes of finding some meaning.