by MarianBeaman | Nov 10, 2021 | blog, Literature, meditation, neighborhood, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Saturday Morning Ducks land hard on lake A chorus of feathered brown White bubbles remain ~ October 8, 2021 Stalky chalk-white bird Balancing on two brown legs Constantly startled ~ January...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 27, 2021 | blog, book review, neighborhood, popular culture, Quotations, Reflection, Tips, Uncategorized
Bobby Oliver read my book, Mennonite Daughter, and reviewed it the same week. Bobby is the ideal reader and reviewer, but he is certainly not my typical reader. Seven of the Amazon reviews of The Story of a Plain Girl are from men. Women are more apt than men to pick...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 9, 2021 | blog, Conflict, neighborhood, Quotations, Uncategorized
Two women were approaching their car, parked under the pines at the Southeast branch library on Saturday. Returning from the library’s front door as I was stepping out of my own car, the older woman yelled across the parking lot, “Sorry, but the library is...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 21, 2021 | blog, Conflict, meditation, neighborhood, Quotations, Uncategorized
Last week’s blog post honored the treasures of the land, with its power to heal, and its gifts of providing food, clothing, and shelter. The land grounds us, provides stability under our feet, nourishes our souls and feeds our bodies. However, work is often...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 17, 2021 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, neighborhood, Recipes, Uncategorized
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Even if you’re not Irish, you may feel an impulse to wear GREEN today or maybe even sport a derby hat. Our family is mostly of German-Swiss ancestry, but once we lived in the Killarney Shores neighborhood of our city with streets named Emerald...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 9, 2020 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, neighborhood, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
“Uh, oh, look here.” Husband Cliff was perusing local news online in our city newspaper. “Here’s a photo of Kitty and Karl Ellison’s house. A big, old live oak fell on their roof yesterday!” I shivered as I glanced at the disturbing sight. Seconds later, I felt a...
