by MarianBeaman | Dec 7, 2022 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Memory, popular culture, Quotations, Uncategorized
Did you know that socks are the most sought after item of clothing in a homeless shelter? Apparently, socks are a desirable commodity worldwide. According to one source: “The global socks market is expected to reach USD 44.8 billion in 2022.” Socks are a...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 30, 2022 | blog, book review, Literature, popular culture, Quotations, Romance, Uncategorized
“Bam! I start, the dogs leap up. The windows rattle. The whole house shakes.” As Dani Shapiro’s memoir begins, the author, warm and toasty in her office spies her husband “in the dead of winter, in the driveway wearing nothing but a white terry-cloth bathrobe,...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 19, 2022 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Literature, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
“Go home and finish writing your new book. I want to read it!” Barbara and I are leaving our Monday morning Bible study. She is only half-kidding when she delivers this quip. Barbara has read Mennonite Daughter: The Story of a Plain Girl. She is looking forward...
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 | Oct 5, 2022 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Education, Literature, Neighborhood / Environment, Nostalgia, Quotations, Recipes, Travel, Uncategorized
Cranes, roosters, snakes and an antique yellow Olds! These are among the attractions (or distractions) in Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Historic State Park, the home of the Pulitzer-Prize winning author of The Yearling, made into a movie by the same title. In late...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 14, 2022 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Memory, Quotations, Reflection
Do you remember being pushed as a kid on a swing? Maybe your Mom or Dad, or a big brother or sister gave you a big push. And then another. And another. After a while, your legs started pumping on their own. Sitting on my mother’s lap, I heard the cadence of a...