How was your summer? A friend asks a seemingly innocuous question and then it hits me, summer is over. Fall—as soon as the air in Maryland begins to turn crisp—is about to commence. And how was my summer? I ask myself. Sort of okay, nothing bad, but disappointing, I think. The build up towards theContinue reading “Delta Blues Summer”
We were under attack, and we needed each other. We remembered that together we stand. But today America is divided.
The United States was founded on the idea that there be a separation of church and state. In practice, with the new law passed in Texas, this is no longer true.
Space. I’d like a little more space around me, standing in line waiting to board the plane. At the grocery store, they suggest customers stand three feet apart while waiting to check-out at the cash register. Socially distance is the catch phrase. But to load an airplane with passengers, time is measured with dollar signs.Continue reading “Travel Challenges, A Changing World and a Quest for Space”
It is how we handle the onset of a pandemic as a society that determines how many of us will survive.
“Just because I work from home, doesn’t mean I don’t work,” I said. “I just have to work around my children’s schedule.”
The last of the afternoon sun shimmered on the water at Annapolis City Dock. It was the second Friday of the month and after a long hiatus, the monthly Milonga had returned. Seated in folding white chairs we listened and watched. Argentine Tango. A live performance of music and dancers. Subtle and passionate. Smooth andContinue reading “Starting Over. Learning the Nuances of Argentine Tango.”
Who can resist a parade of bright yellow sunflowers? If your posts are read and liked, you’ve done the work.
We’re moving through a fuzzy moment in time. Pleased to socialize, but warily looking over our shoulders.
Hunter Biden, recently announced two upcoming art exhibits of his works on paper and canvas that will be opening September in Los Angeles and October in New York. Or rather I should say his publicist made the announcements to the press and in no time at all, stories were aired on National Public Radio andContinue reading “Hunter Biden, Artist or Opportunist?”
In the quest to find novels that focus on families, loss, and conflict by female Jewish authors, I recently discovered Joan Silber. In May, her novel, Secrets of Happiness, was reviewed by Joshua Ferris in the New York Times. Ferris refers Silber’s signature style as “the relay narrative” and this intrigued me because I likeContinue reading “Writing About Unlikeable Characters: Household Words by Joan Silber”
All ages and sizes, they gathered to watch the first local parade in the state capital since the St. Paddy’s Day festivities of 2020. They smiled, waved, and hugged. I saw only one person wearing a mask.
Everyone wore masks at the National Aquarium in Baltimore, Maryland. If you didn’t bring a mask they gave you one before you were allowed to enter. Simple. No decision on mask wearing required. Other situations require you to use your own judgement. The sign on the door outside the supermarket says, ‘”No masks required ifContinue reading “Summer in the USA— With or Without a Mask”
This essay was originally published in Chesapeake Taste Magazine in June 2012 When I was 15 years old, I traveled to Mexico with my parents. It was the first time any of us had visited another country (although my father had served in World War II, he was never shipped overseas). An artist and headContinue reading “Remembering My Father Herman Maril”
I’ve kept the same routine for many years and it works. It doesn’t matter where I wake— city, forest, beach—the day begins with a walk. Climb a steep mountain. Look down at the sights below, the world in miniature, and your cares will shrink to minor nuisances. The cure for self-pity is within your grasp.Continue reading “The Best Exercise for Health and Serenity”