Category Archives: The Bean

The Martini tree

The Martini tree, a photo by jyllianm on Flickr. We are not a big Christmas family. We are, as you have probably noticed a big Halloween family. Our tree has skeletons, eyeballs, bats and Nightmare before Christmas ornaments. Also–Mary Poppins and Fairies and Princesses. Why? Because magic is everywhere if you only take a moment to see it. Sometimes magic… (more…)

“Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder.” Paul Valery

  Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write  or play at being a movie maestro. I want a sterile and… (more…)

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you to know from your toes that recall the third place… (more…)

The child supplies the power but the parents have to do the steering. Benjamin Spock

  The Day after the Day After Tomorrow   I wish I could always be the fur soft blanket, the cool pillow, the warmest cup of chocolate for you dear one. Not the grimacing harpy, the nagging ogress the shaking finger of homework and underwear not  in hamper.   But I have to see the day after the day after… (more…)

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus

Mountains of Leaves Under the leaves  Fired with red, breaking with yellow Dew makes the grass still green And as the trees lose more and more they Don’t all shatter underfoot, but slide Careful don’t fall.  He’ll go out soon, collecting the sodden And the crisp, the dastardy sweet gum balls Which make a mockery of ankle bones if unseen. All… (more…)

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things Tonight my sweet little girl (who is not having the easiest start to the school year but better than last year), my darling child said: “Mommy, this might be kind of random, but I need to ask you something,” I said, “sure Bean, what is it?” She said,  ”Well, is there really… (more…)

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