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...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 19, 2020 | blog, Coming of Age, Conflict, neighborhood, popular culture, Uncategorized
Little black girl Smartly dressed in white Beginning first grade in New Orleans Who is Ruby Bridges? Ruby Bridges, a six-year-old African American girl, is pictured on her first day of class at the William Frantz School in New Orleans, Louisiana....
by MarianBeaman | Aug 12, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, meditation, neighborhood, Neighborhood / Environment, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Tips
A breeze brushes my face as I walk through our neighborhood. Homes in the early morning sit politely on manicured lawns, some with pulsing arcs of water irrigating the grass. Here and there, crepe myrtle trees tout torches of fuchsia, lavender, or cream. I spot a fire...
