by MarianBeaman | Apr 22, 2020 | blog, Conflict, Education, Literature, Quotations
Sheltering in Place Shielding masks Social distancing SOAP – and plenty of it! These are expressions seldom heard before mid-March 2020 when I noticed the Covid-19 virus had spread to became a pandemic. Scientists speculate that a 55-year old person from Hubei...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 25, 2020 | blog, book review, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
Crista: Will you come over and feed the kitties while we are gone for a few days? I have a cat sitter coming in during the day for the wet food, but it would help if you did the night feeding. We are taking the kids to Savannah during spring break. Mom (me): Why sure!...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 19, 2020 | Award, blog, Conflict, Literature, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Romance, Tips, Uncategorized
Writers don’t usually get recognition beginning at age 80. And often they don’t write steamy sagas at that age either. Yet Roberta George, a Valdosta, Georgia author, has been nominated for a Townsend Prize, so says a review of her novel, The Day’s Heat,...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 20, 2019 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite History, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Writing memoir is like “dis-robing in public,” says one author, but only if you are brave enough to include the hard parts, I say. After my memoir launch on September 14, many details of the first 24 years of my life became public. I voluntarily exposed my self...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 14, 2019 | blog, Conflict, Quotations, Uncategorized
Kathy Pooler has been a blog friend and writing buddy since we met at a writer’s retreat in 2015. Now we are both publishing memoirs this year: her second, my first. I call her a Steel Magnolia because she has indomitable fortitude, yet she travels the world as a...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 12, 2018 | blog, Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Daddy & I and the Big Truck I raced across the porch and jumped up into the big truck. Daddy and I headed up through Harrisburg past the street where sometimes we picked up big farm equipment like a tractor or combine. Today the truck pointed north...
