Four years is a long time. Think how much has changed in America since 2016.
Trying to contain the virus without rapid testing results is like trying to fight someone with one hand tied behind your back.
This year in Annapolis, capital of Maryland, there was no July 4th parade featuring local politicians, floats with hula dancers, fire engines, candy tossed to waiting children, soldiers marching, bugles and drums.
Week # 8 during the Coronavirus Pandemic in Annapolis, Maryland USA Waiting for the world to once again become “puddle-wonderful” We are now at the two month point in our “stay at home” orders and I sense everyone else’s restlessness each time I take a walk. Just the volume of walkers in itself isContinue reading “Exploring Cemeteries and Learning New Recipes As Pandemic Restrictions Continue”
Many of arts groups have posted online performances and invited artists to share their work on new platforms.
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.
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”
Just stopped by a panel discussion event at today’s Annapolis Film Festival on “The Pitch” and am looking forward to seeing a few movies this weekend. In case you’re curious, I got to preview one of the wonderful feature documentaries entitled, “Little White Lie,” written, directed and produced by Lacey Schwartz; and below I shareContinue reading ““Little White Lie” will be showing Saturday March 28th at the Annapolis Film Festival”
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”
Like every campus, Cal Poly has a few traditions. Girls are given a lei by proud parents rather than a bouquet of flowers. It is customary to lavishly decorate the top of your cap and go drinking the night before you “walk”. A large breakfast is recommended during the wee hours of the night, priorContinue reading “California Graduation Visit Class of 2014”
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”
Last weekend my son Christopher Patrick got married to his long time sweetheart Laura Smith. The wedding took place outside the home of Laura’s parents in Oregon, Wisconsin near Madison. I had not seen my son Justin, who lives in Indonesia since Christmas, so I was very excited at the prospect of a family reunion. Continue reading “Wedding Weekend in Madison Wisconsin”
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”
Muggy August weather here in Annapolis, Maryland means mushrooms in addition to sticky doors, damp clothes, and frizzy hair. Well to be honest I’m not certain whether the crop I spied this morning on the front lawn were mushrooms or toad stools, but I’m sure they’d make good spore prints. They are definitely large inContinue reading “Annapolis humidity fosters mushrooms”
If you want to avoid the crowds, try farm shopping Tuesday mornings at the Riva Road Farmers Market, open from 7:00 a.m. to noon. I arrived around 7:30 a.m. and there were plenty of delicious items and very few customers. Yes, fewer farmers come to set up booths when compared to a Saturday morning, butContinue reading “Summertime in Annapolis means food fresh from the farm”