Beanery Online Literary Magazine

January 2, 2010

The Gift of Christmas




     We all know the true meaning of Christmas, different for many of us, but the same too. For us, the year, and this Christmas, was very, very different.
     We have been married for forty-five years. During that time we have rented homes, sometimes comfy ones, sometimes not so good. The time was never right to buy a home of our own—it just never worked out for us.  We’ve had wonderful landlords, and we’ve had ones that should never own property. 2009 brought for us the biggest change in our living conditions and I’d like to share it with you all.
     In April, friends of ours decided they needed to (more…)

March 13, 2009

Moving to the (Laurel Ridge) Mountains



Mustang Sally

     We did that a year ago. Moved to the mountains.  So here we are.   We drive into the driveway and sit for a moment, overwhelmed by the beauty of the sunlight filtering through the hemlocks and the roar of Pike Run as it tumbles down the mountain.  We have learned to say Don-e-GAL is where you get off the turnpike. We can now refer to LAY-trobe as the home of (more…)

March 6, 2009

Path to Peace


PATH TO PEACE  Path to Peace


     Let me live to raise my five children, I pleaded with God. Let me find peace, I prayed. Only twenty-nine, I was shocked to find that Hodgkin’s disease had invaded my body. I felt I was too young to die. I thought no one could raise my children as well as I. “At least let me live until my eldest could help the little ones and my youngest could remember to brush his teeth,” I prayed.
     Little things surfaced, hit me in the face. I took delight in the rising sun, the distinctive smell of rain, the beauty and aroma of rose petals, the smell of fresh cut grass, the fortitude of old maples, the magnificent blending of pinks and violets in the sunset over Lake Erie, and my children’s smiles bright and wide. All these things became (more…)

November 2, 2008

Old Dawn & A New Dawn


Old Dawn & A New Dawn

The Photodoctor

work ends
time card marked
tired worker
steps fall
as he
walks home
problems at work
lean on him hard
problems with a (more…)

May 14, 2008


—written by Fran

Being a caretaker for a loved one is challenging, life-changing and a lesson in finding joy in the simple things. It is riddled with medical crises, often accented by runs to the emergency room. Below is a page from Fran’s journal—written on a particularly calm day, March 31, 2007.

5:00 Saturday morning….  Time to get up, BC (our cat) has the insane idea she is hungry and now is the only time that will work for her!!

5:20 – Coffee, hot, creamy, and absolutely divine….I am now awake and going.

6:30 – All showered and ready for the day.  Time to check on Jim, get him his first of the 35 pills he takes each day.

7:30 – Help Jim get dressed, he decides on breakfast, we eat.  It’s a pleasant time to “chat”.  No (more…)

May 6, 2008


—written by Robert A. Woodall

You left me here in love, now I must find
Some solace in bereavement, heaven sent
To wash away the pain that grips my mind
And shrouds my heart in doubt. My strength is spent.
Can I, in faith, yet glorify His ways?

Your lifeless hand would touch away (more…)

April 23, 2008


—written by Regina (Butler Street was my first piece of writing)

Still dazed by what had transpired before me, I leaned over the kitchen sink and ran cool water over the rags I had gathered while I asked the woman to be seated. Under the circumstances, I was amazed at how calm I felt and suppose I may have been in shock. But there was little time to think of myself as I stared at the woman in the dining room, crying, her faced streaked with tears and blood asking, “Why is this happening?”

I could not answer her and recalled just three months prior asking myself the same question (more…)