Our dog looks a little depressed to me, unable to interact with new humans and no longer able to sniff and say hello to her four-footed friends due to social distancing.
On sunny days, taking a stroll has become a game of weaving back and forth across the street to avoid close contact with everyone else seeking fresh air.
The sounds of bird tweets and their warbles, remind me it is officially spring, and I want to plant flowers. But that would mean a trip to the store, something I try not to do.
The bulbs we planted, yellow daffodils and purple crocus, are in bloom. They mark the spot where I hoped my daughter would be standing in her long white dress next to her betrothed, exchanging vows. It’s not going to happen—this spring. They are still in love but there’s a virus on the loose, interrupting lifeContinue reading “What’s a Wedding Without Family and Friends In the Time of Covid-19?”
I do some of my best writing in the dining room. It doesn’t matter if the table is round, square or flat. As I contemplate words, phrases and sentences, in the back of my mind I remember meals of grilled salmon, slender stalks of green asparagus, risotto and late night conversations over chili, chips and beer. With plenty of space to spread out papers, the room for entertaining guests and gathering family together for me is the heart of the home.
Yes, it is true that I have a story included in the anthology, “Geometric Dilemma or Made for Each Other?” but I can also say that I had the opportunity to preview the entire magazine and I was impressed. Sixty stories and poems—over 120 pages of content for $3. Buy one for yourself and give one as a gift.
Waterborne and the story of Marguerite’s journey emphasizes the benefits of taking your time. Marguerite Welch and her husband Michael were in no rush to get to any particular place.
I invite you to post here on this blog your favorite, perhaps undiscovered books, as well as the independent stores where your favorite books might be acquired.
I thought I was writing it for children, but I was really writing it to answer all the questions people would ask me as an artist’s daughter–
Intently reading the final chapters of The Good Mother by Sue Miller, while standing in line to board my Southwest Airlines flight back from Boston to Baltimore, I bent down to retrieve my bookmark that had slipped onto the ground and sensed the woman standing next to me was glaring at me in disdain. Did IContinue reading “Harshly Judged for Reading The Good Mother”
A pro-active poem for healing In honor of Wendi Winters By Nadja Maril June 28th2018 The Facebook post says mark me safe I’m safe, here in Annapolis Maryland I’m safe, I’m safe Did you hear the news? White man with long gun and ponytail An angry vigilante Glass shattered at the newspaper office SeveralContinue reading “Honor of Wendi Winters–Poem for Healing”
(Nadja Maril and Peter Crilly ) This photo has nothing directly to do with the link I am posting to The Stonecoast Review, but it does reflect my state of mind. I’ve got a big smile on my face because I’ve made it through a demanding month of packets for my Masters Program, three toContinue reading “Timepiece: A Bit of Fiction to Share”
Several writer friends have inquired how I came to choose Stonecoast over some of the other low-residency MFA programs.
Dad enjoyed the interaction of looking at student’s work and discussing with them what they thought they saw. He’d ask them questions and they would have to rethink how they’d put their perceptions down on paper, analyzing ways to make their work better. I sensed their respect and enjoyment of the class as soon as they entered the room and it made me feel proud.
No one ever dies on Facebook or do they?