A lovely recipe for new potatoes uses mint, red onion, capers to further enhance their flavor.
The carving of malevolent faces into pumpkins and the display of anything creepy outside your home was intended to calm the ghosts roaming the earth on October 31st.
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”
“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.”
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.
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”
Is it more comforting to think UFO’s are being piloted by aliens with long slender fingers and tall domed heads than a foreign government or impetuous scientist? Perhaps they’re being operated remotely like drones.
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”
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.
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–