Beanery Online Literary Magazine

February 27, 2008


—written by BETH ANN FIEDLER

Quite a long time ago I realized that I was not being served from a shiny silver platter but rather, from lusterless paper plates. As years passed, I discovered that I would never be served from a silver platter. Later in life, I decided to serve myself and bought my own silver platter. Now, I‘ve come to the conclusion that it should be placed on a shelf next to the paper plates. There it would serve as a reminder of what I thought I should be—polished and good for show; while the paper plates serve as a reminder of what I should be proud of being—somewhat ordinary, but never outshined by entitlement.

February 18, 2008


—written by Beth Ann

They are things that have both endeared me to, and alienated me from, my father.

Who remembers Petticoat Junction? Jeez, I am not that old, am I? Don’t answer that. I saw it when it was first run and you might have seen it on Nick at Night. Either way, you may recall that the beginning scene showed part of the cast swimming in an open water tank (more…)

January 31, 2008


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—written by Beth Ann Fiedler ©2006 Beth Ann Fiedler

You remember the childhood story, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”written by Hans Christian Andersen.

For years, I felt that the people who pretended to see the Emperor in new clothes were shallow and stupid. Then, I thought that many would deem me stupid for having the guts to say that he was naked. (more…)

January 22, 2008


—written by Beth Ann

On Christmas in 1999, my mother passed away. Sure, they left her on the support system until December 26 at about12:30pm…but she was gone on Christmas. I could feel it with my heart and with my spirit when she left this earth and then, that was it. Like a flick of light passing through me…or was it before me? Sort of like a door opening and a final wave good-bye. No, I am not new age…but I do believe that there is a spirit in each of us that must find a final resting place. It was her time to rest.

My mom was 73 when she passed and had done the best that she could with what she had been given. Or, more appropriately, made the best that she could from what she could make of what she had been given. She barely had a semester of high school but she was well read (on her own), did math in a split second and loved to write. She also had a knack for cooking. She could feed an entire family and half the neighborhood on a piece of chicken, a slice of bread, parsley and some kind of a noodles and sauce combination that she made from scratch. It might have been the same flour and water, but it never seemed like the same thing. (more…)

December 5, 2007


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My third grade teacher, Mrs. Sigler, gave us a blank piece of construction paper and asked us to take any number of crayons and to color sections of circles, lines or anything else until the page was filled. We were instructed not to draw any particular thing, but just to fill in all the spaces. I was nine, so I complied.
Then, she asked us to take our black crayon and to cover up the entire previously colored page. Again, I complied but it really seemed silly. When we finished, she instructed us (more…)