by MarianBeaman | Oct 25, 2017 | blog, book review, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Quotations, Uncategorized
Roz Chast knows about funny She uses a feeble font style Her figures have faint lines Sometimes her humor is subtle Other times blatant as a siren A New Yorker cartoonist since 1978, Chast plays her fears for laughs, taming anxiety with humor. Oy...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 4, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
On Saturday, September 30 Jenna and I hosted a lemony tea party With china cups, scones and fancy sandwiches Eight gathered around the table One of them was a birthday girl What I learned . . . Be flexible. The party date was moved twice from the original....
by MarianBeaman | Sep 20, 2017 | blog, Literature, Quotations, Tips
Where I Write My writing studio catches north light. The sun doesn’t shine brightly into my space in the morning, all the better to see my computer screen without squinting. But when I need a change, I sneak into Cliff’s art studio flooded with eastern light after he...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 30, 2017 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Found: a Forgotten Keepsake “Hey, look what I found, Marian.” My sister Janice ceremoniously lifted a booklet from a plastic bin in Aunt Ruthie’s attic and pushed it toward me so I could have a closer look. I recognized the cover, handmade of Valentine cutouts and...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 23, 2017 | blog, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations, Travel, Uncategorized
No, I’m not looking through rose-colored glasses. Even with an iPhone lens, British Columbia really does look this wonderful in the summertime. Flowers frolic in the sun and shadowy woods with sun-dappled trees beckon hikers. We visited Vancouver and Victoria,...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 26, 2017 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Quotations
How We Stood On Saturday, August 5, 1967, Cliff and I stood before the pastor of Calvary Presbyterian Church in Charlotte, North Carolina and pledged our troth with words adapted from the Book of Common Prayer. As we stood, we promised before God to love and cherish ....
