This has been a week for looking back and reflecting, as we honor the twentieth anniversary of the event we call 911. A day in American history, when four airplanes were hijacked and used as weapons to kill 2,977 Americans and injure 6000 more, it’s important not to forget.

If you were alive on that day, you probably remember exactly what you were doing on September 11, 2001 at the time the first plane flew into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Many of us were at work when we received a call…


It’s a scary thought to imagine living in Texas these days.

If you are a Texan and you feel you need protection from physical harm, it’s relatively easy to purchase and carry a gun. But what if you are a woman and you want to protect your rights?

The Texas legislature has decided that once a woman is six weeks pregnant and a fetal heartbeat can be detected, her body is no longer under her control. It doesn’t matter if she was a victim of incest or rape. It doesn’t matter if her mental or physical health is at risk…


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. We hold out our smartphones and paper slips with our barcoded boarding passes. Tuck the edges of our masks around the edges of our nose and chin.


A friend and colleague was brutally murdered three years ago, along with four other journalists at the Capital Gazette newspaper in Annapolis. Her death was a shock. The entire community mourned. She didn’t go down without a fight, witnesses saw her confront the gunman, attempting to stave off the execution style attack on the victims, but she died anyway. And we remembered Wendi Winters and kept living.

Less than a year later, another writer friend died unexpectedly. Also a friend of Wendi’s, Carolyn Sullivan had just completed revisions on a historical novel she’d been researching, and it seemed particularly cruel…


My daughter Alex was a toddler and we were pulling weeds in the front yard. Actually, I was pulling weeds and she was looking for fairies and caterpillars, when a new neighbor walked by with a boy and a girl about Alex’s age. The two children wanted to know what Alex was doing and while I introduced myself to Ellen who lived around the corner, Alex showed her new friends where she’d hidden a fairy house made from cardboard under the pear tree.

Ellen, who was taking a day away from her office, seemed stressed. She explained the little boy…


The last of the afternoon sun shimmered on the water at Annapolis City Dock. It was the second Friday of the month and after a long hiatus, the monthly Milonga had returned. Seated in folding white chairs we listened and watched. Argentine Tango. A live performance of music and dancers. Subtle and passionate. Smooth and graceful. No way, were my husband Peter and I competent enough to dance beside them.

Time to see about signing up for Argentine Tango lessons.

We’d missed the very first session, missed the previous boot camp for newbies; but we weren’t exactly new students. We’d…


Self-promotion, it’s part of a writer’s job. If you want your work to be read, it’s a daily duty. In the digital age of social media, the easiest way to reach tens of thousands of people is by posting online. I try to spend approximately thirty to forty-five minutes a day on social media, reading and posting.

In order not to get pulled down a rabbit hole, I frequently check the right hand corner of my computer screen to take note of the time. It’s too easy to spend an entire morning reading other writer’s essays when I have my…


I’ve returned to my pandemic hand washing routine. Each time I’m near a sink, I use liberal amounts of soap and water. No one told me that’s the thing to do, but after hearing stories of the rampant spread of the Coronavirus Delta variant I feel safer. News of breakthrough infections have me nervous. Don’t worry, friends tell me, even if you get sick you won’t die or go to the hospital. You’ll just feel lousy for a few days.

That’s not the point, I think. If vaccinated people start getting sick and they spread the virus to unvaccinated people…


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 and published in the New York Times, Washington Post, and other major news outlets about Hunter Biden the artist. Most artists consider themselves fortunate to be written up in their local newspaper, but this is the U.S. President’s son. Anything he does is international news.

A…


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 like using different voices in my work so I added her name to my “must read authors” list. I didn’t however choose to read Secrets of Happiness. I decided to read her first novel, Household Words.

I’m completing a first novel. My ethnic identity is Jewish

Nadja Maril

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