by MarianBeaman | Feb 22, 2023 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Nostalgia, popular culture, Reflection, Romance, Uncategorized
Guess who is celebrating a 10th blogiversary this month? Two bloggers I happily follow have bragging rights to 10-years’ blogging. They are faithful commenters on my blog too. Drum roll please for. . . Marie Washington who blogs about writing and life at El...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 12, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations, Uncategorized
The Fantasy of Fall in Florida Somehow “autumn” does not seem properly used in Florida. There is a connotation in the word of flaming color, of sharp change, of hoar frost heavy on cornfields, of all of northern harvest. The sub-tropical fall is so...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 3, 2022 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, meditation, Memory, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
The Emerald City lies in the center of the Land of Oz, at the end of the yellow brick road in Frank Baum’s fabled story, The Wizard of Oz, first published in 1900. In the center of the city is the fairy-tale Palace where the redoubtable Wizard resides. ...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 8, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Reflection, Uncategorized
Beginning this week, I’ll be taking a short blog break. See you again soon!
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 | Apr 20, 2022 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Easter, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Uncategorized
Excerpt from “Easter and Politics,” chapter 24 in Mennonite Daughter: The Story of a Plain Girl Two doors led into Grandma Longenecker’s kitchen. On this particular Sunday, we aimed for her back door. After Daddy parked our car alongside the back porch,...
