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 | Jul 20, 2022 | blog, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Uncategorized
“I’m getting old-er, and old-er, and old-er. And I like it.” Mavis Dupree says with a giggle. Mavis Dupree is the mother of two blog friends, sisters Phyllis Platte and Patty Petersen. Their mother reached her 94th birthday in February this year. ...
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,...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 16, 2022 | blog, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, popular culture, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Hustler TV is X-rated Pornographic. . . with naked bodies filling the screen Though I’m not a fan of formulaic Hallmark movies, I’m more a wholesome-romance-kind-of-woman than the sex-crazed hussies and high-libido men featured on the Hustler Channel. ...
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...
