by MarianBeaman | Mar 3, 2021 | blog, book review, meditation, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations, Uncategorized
Do Birds Smell? Is this the same cardinal that was at my feeder last year? Can robins “hear” worms? Bird expert David Sibley answers frequently asked questions about the birds we see most often in What It’s Like to be a Bird. In a large-format volume displaying...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 17, 2021 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
To begin, a riddle from Nursery Rhymes of England *** Socks are not expensive. I could toss this hole-y one and buy another pair, the Reebok brand I prefer. But, you see, I’d have to figure out where I bought this pair, don a mask, go to a store, exposing myself...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 20, 2021 | blog, book review, Conflict, popular culture, Quotations, Travel, Uncategorized
Almost exactly one year ago this week, Liesbet, Mark, and Maya visited our home, via their RV Zesty. I wrote about our 4-hour visit HERE. Liesbet and I spent part of the time discussing her work-in-progress memoir, PLUNGE, here just a manuscript on her Tablet...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 6, 2021 | blog, Gratitude, Lists, Literature, meditation, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Beauty, the word I chose for my focus word for 2020, seemed to mock the events that unfolded in early March and following: the pandemic, political strife, urban uproar all contributed to create a topsy-turvy world. Still, nature cycled through seasons, revealing its...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 9, 2020 | blog, Coming of Age, Gratitude, popular culture, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
As Groucho Marx once said, “Anyone can get old — all you have to do is to live long enough. 🙂 But living long enough is not enough, apparently. It’s a good idea to savor life, one well lived. This from an article published recently by Brian Kozlowksi...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 18, 2020 | blog, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations
“Where have you been hiding?” I asked myself as I discovered a tiny, green volume under three other, larger diaries. Over three years ago, my sisters and I cleared out our Aunt Ruthie’s house. They agreed to my placing her diaries and journals in my suitcase, flying...