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?”
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”
Crammed between art catalogues and magazines on the bookcase in our living room sat a battered clothbound book during my childhood. Titled, The Combined Louis Untermeyer edition of Modern British and Modern American poetry, it belonged to my mother. Her scribbled notes in faint pencil decorated the margins and each time she’d pull it outContinue reading “Poetry, Writing, and Mother’s Day”
One topic of discussion explored in the March 7th Oprah Winfrey interview was how Meghan and Harry felt about the British Royal family’s attitude towards race.
ARTISTS– How much energy do you want to put into self-promotion ? How much energy do you want to put in creating your art?
It doesn’t matter how wonderful and perfect your submitted work may be, prepare yourself to be rejected. Every magazine has a different idea of what they think is good and what they want to print.
Novels can take you to another time and place, and with the Global Pandemic raging around me, I was delighted to take refuge within several that were located in exotic places and spanned multiple generations.
If I am feeling irritable from being cooped up too long, a little dancing will make me laugh. Peter is a good partner and he doesn’t step on my toes.
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.