by MarianBeaman | Apr 24, 2019 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Pear Tree Blossoms Blossoms on our pear tree beside the lake peek out A few at a time Then more . . . and, finally, the pear tree standing in a dress of white blossoms. Book writing, too, starts small . . . My memoir began as a Kinko-bound...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 17, 2019 | Easter, meditation, Memory, Paska, Reflection, Uncategorized
A Mom Moment * * * On Good Friday, my mother, busy in the house and garden, would cease her labors from noon to 3:00 p.m, and sit with an open Bible for a quiet time of reflection. She probably read these words from Luke 23:44-46...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 13, 2019 | blog, Gratitude, Memory, neighborhood, popular culture, Reflection, Uncategorized
The Damage Mouth agape, wide-eyed and stunned at the WaWa station – I beheld a tee-shirted man holding a frosty drink and belly laughing at me. In the bay just ahead, this guy observed what I failed to see: two traffic cones smashed under...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 21, 2018 | meditation, Memory, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
This post was first published for Thanksgiving 2013, the year I began blogging. I did not know many of you as friends then, so I’m posting this again for our season of gratitude in 2018, keeping in mind those victims of California wildfires and senseless...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 14, 2018 | blog, meditation, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Spiders, snakes, heights, tiny space . . . what feels scary to you? Other things that scare us: mud-slinging politicians, school shootings, low cash flow, a health blow Studies show that 95% of what we fear is baseless, and the rest are things we must learn to live...
by MarianBeaman | May 23, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
I am blessed because I had a Mother who . . . Read to me In appreciation, I once gave this book as a Mother’s Day present to my mother. It came back to me when we sorted through her books and papers in 2014. A well-worn book Mother read to her...
