by MarianBeaman | Jul 27, 2022 | blog, Literature, popular culture, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Cataclysmic events have rocked our world. This past year we have been confronted with the relentless effects of COVID-19, the unprovoked war in Ukraine, horrific school shootings, the border crisis, continual political unrest–and more. Regardless of your stance...
by MarianBeaman | May 25, 2022 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Education, Literature, Quotations, Uncategorized
Laurie, A Model of Re-invention Laurie left home as a young teen without completing high school, but then zoomed to her GED and later to a notable PhD. She has reinvented herself more than once during her lifetime. To date, she has authored four books,...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 27, 2022 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Literature, meditation, Memory, Quotations
My Review “Mister Mitch?,” Chika asks. ”Why didn’t you have babies?” I pause. “What do you mean?” “You said people brought you their babies, but you and Miss Janine didn’t have babies.” I’m writing your story, Chika. What does that have to...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 23, 2022 | blog, book review, Literature, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, popular culture, Quotations, Uncategorized
Sociology professor receives a dire diagnosis He is stopped in his tracks He is also a Mennonite pastor How can he find a path forward? These four lines describe pastor and professor Conrad Kanagy, a Mennonite author who lives with his family in my childhood...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 23, 2022 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Literature, popular culture, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
The cartoon is right! I have been blogging nigh onto nine years. Also right: My hair is often a mess when I blog. (I don’t see myself at the computer, so I have to trust the artist’s rendering here.) Blogging is fun for me. I don’t hate blogging, as the...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 16, 2022 | blog, Gratitude, Literature, Memory, popular culture, Quotations, Reflection
Find the Colors in this Urban Afternoon Reflection February A chimney, breathing a little smoke. The sun, I can’t see making a bit of pink I can’t quite see in the blue. The pink of five tulips at five p.m. on the day before March first. The green...
