by MarianBeaman | Sep 11, 2013 | Lists, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection, Tips, Travel, Uncategorized
Writing & Stories 4.10.99 Why stories are so effective: The best stories begin as mental pictures which turn into personal mirrors before they become insightful windows through which we’re able to view life with greater clarity and understanding. Anonymous...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 31, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Recipes, Reflection, Tips, Uncategorized
Before I dashed off to my college classes each morning, I had a 10-minute oasis of breakfast time around 6:30. With a modest-size repast of tea and lemon, bagel with peanut butter or cream cheese + a piece of fruit, I told God, “Thank you for this food and the leisure...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 3, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Neighborhood / Environment, Tips, tree surgery, Tree surgery, Uncategorized
3 Stories in One The certified arborist surveys the 16 tall oaks on our property in Florida and pauses at one: “I don’t like the looks of that tree,” he warns. “Its bark looks splotchy and the ground around it feels spongy.” He taps near the root with his...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 10, 2013 | Lists, Purple Passage, Tips, Uncategorized
Debut of purple passages! A collection of lines from books I have read since 1989 when I began jotting them down in my journals, my 9 books of wishes, dreams, laments, and bursts of praise. The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines a purple passage as one...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 12, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Tips, Uncategorized
Create a Memory: “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” Older adults trapped in a vehicle with 3-4 of their grand-children for hours on end. Who would do that? Only Grandparents hiding secrets. Grandparents on a mystery trip with kindergarten and elementary schoolers in tow....
by MarianBeaman | May 25, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Tips, Uncategorized
For years I have kept a ratty ole pin cushion from Grandma Longenecker in my sewing cabinet. It looks pitiful, but I’ll never throw it away because it came from my Grandma. Pierced through its dusty middle with some of her pins and holding one of my...
