New words and vocabulary reflect some of the changes in 21st Century infant care.
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”
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”
Like the young hero going on a quest, I’m about to undertake what is called in the literary world, “The Hero’s Journey.” It’s scary.
If I gear my format and content towards making false promises of fortune, fame, instant health or happiness where is the artistic fulfilment? I’m blogging to communicate what’s on my mind.
The weather, regardless of political affiliation, is something that we can all agree on once it happens.
As I unwrap my boxes of ornaments I relive the past. Many remind me of past Christmases and people who are no longer in my life.
Have you ever hosted a party, and been stuck with one guest who just doesn’t want to leave? Have you ever had this one person in your home, who just doesn’t seem to grasp the party is over. You start clearing the plates, clanging them around in the kitchen and then start taking out the trash,Continue reading “A Bedtime Story About a Grump Like Trump”
I’ve been thinking about how our lives have changed in the past three months. I’ve been remembering the way things used to be when we could freely embrace one another, pat a friend on the shoulder to show encouragement, shake someone’s hand to express thanks or congratulations. The handshake stands out in my mind becauseContinue reading “Showing Compassion or Hate?–The Power of Touch during this Pandemic”
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.
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”
I’m switching this blog up a bit. Several years ago when I started blogging, my objective as an editor of a local Annapolis area magazine was to promote events around Anne Arundel County. Thus I named my blog “Write On Annapolis”. While I’m still doing some marketing and freelance magazine work, part of my dayContinue reading “Nadja Maril, Writer and Blogger”
Easter weekend on Cape Cod, walking on a windy beach, the sun shining in your face. It can’t get much better than this! Patterns on the Beach Shapes that look like fish bones Pressed into the wet sand The impressions of undulating waves A thumbprint of the sea. I walk along the ocean’s edge atContinue reading “Poetry on a Cape Cod Beach”
This month’s editor’s letter in Chesapeake Taste magazine. I had an aunt by marriage, Aunt Kay, who was one of those people who likes to keep busy. By her own description she was a terrible cook, although she loved to eat. She only knew how to cook two things well: chicken soup (which was moreContinue reading “Giving During the Holiday Season”
Mother’s Day Date at Farmer’s Market. I had a great time last Sunday with my son Christopher. We selected a number of farm fresh items at the Annapolis downtown Farmers’ Market, walked home with our purchases, and then Chris cooked me breakfast and we ate outside in our garden. Joining us for breakfast was husband PeterContinue reading “Mother’s Day Date at Farmers’Market”