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”
(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.
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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”
“The Essential Herman Maril” is the title of the art show currently featured at Acme Fine Art in Boston. The exhibit of works selected by Gallery owners James Bennette and David Cowan provides the viewer with an opportunity to become acquainted with some of the subject themes important in my father’s life. . His careerContinue reading “Herman Maril, Africa, and Imagery”
Ice Day By Nadja Maril As soon as I see the sun I reach for my coat in the closet. It is time to walk On this ice day. Frozen bits melt into drops Slide down gutters, pipes, trees Plop on to the cold wet mush we once called snow. I match my stepsContinue reading “Ice Day Poem by Nadja Maril”
Lately I’ve been using the phrase “less is more” . It applies to so many things from why I put less sugar in my apple pie to why too many chairs in a room make the space look cluttered. It’s the phrase I use to explain why it’s better to leave open space on aContinue reading “Less is More”
This past weekend we celebrated Diane FIen Kelly’s birthday. She would have been turning 57. So her dear friend Jean Melton lit 57 candles and put them all around her house and threw a big party where we ate, and drank, told stories and jokes, and reconnected with old friends. It was the kind ofContinue reading “Keeping Alive My Memories of Diane Fien Kelly”