Beanery Online Literary Magazine

November 10, 2010

Sing to Me Softly

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SING TO ME SOFTLY

Malaika King

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I remember when

You used to sing me to sleep

 

The softness of your words

Bouncing off the walls

 

And cascading me

With your voice

 

I remember when

You used to (more…)

March 15, 2010

Time

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Welcome Malaika King as a youth contributor to the Beanery Online Literary Magazine. Below is the first of the poems written by her that will be posted.

TIME

Malaika King

There are 24 hours in a day

60 minutes in an hour

1140 minutes in a day

60 seconds in a minute

86400 seconds in a day

 

So how is it you can’t (more…)

January 28, 2010

How to Give Support to Caregivers

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HOW TO GIVE SUPPORT TO CAREGIVERS

Fran

It’s not just about the person who has that disease (whatever it may be), but everyone who loves and cares for that person.  —Leeza Gibbons*

     In today’s world of expensive nursing home care, low or no insurance, and the worry of finding a good home for a loved one, more and more of us find ourselves becoming a caregiver in our own home.
     I’ve found through my last five years, as my husband’s a caregiver,  that often my friends will call to ask how he is, what he needs, if they can stop by to visit him. What they don’t think, or don’t realize, is that maybe they can help me too. 

     Care-giving is a non-stop job. It never ends—not when the person is asleep, not when they are in the hospital for something, not ever.  The home caregiver and the patient are always one – they become one as both lives revolve around each other, totally dependent on each other. As a result, my friends who have lost their spouse, after care-giving them at home, find themselves completely lost for quite some time. 
     What I find helpful is if friends and family understand that the caregiver is not just someone who takes care of the ill person.  The caregiver still exists as an individual, with needs of their own that often go unmet. 

     If it takes a town to raise a child, it surely takes a country to care for the ill.       

     Everyone, including you, knows someone who cares for an ill relative. And everyone, including you, can offer much more than help to the patient.  You have the ability to lighten the burden of the caregiver, to realize that no matter how much they love the person they are caring for, it is a burden—one they grasp onto willingly, and with the hope that they are giving the best care to this person that they could ever get.

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     With this in mind, I have a few tips for those of you who visit a home where there is a caregiver.
     First, when you

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August 14, 2009

Why?

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WHY?

Bill

Let’s just give it another try.

Why?

Because you love me?

Please, just one more try.

Why? (more…)

May 10, 2009

Dedicated to my mother

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DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER

Maryanne E. Hoffman 

Our guest writer on Birth Mother’s Day, and on the eve of Mother’s Day, is Maryanne E. Hoffman, a Western Pennsylvania writer. She dedicated her book, Older Women’s Rights, to her mother, as a result of seeing her mother mistreated in an elderly care home, and being in the position of having no power to correct the situation.

 To my Mother

      You are the inspiration for the creation of this book. I admire your unshaken perseverance and spiritual inner strength, as you endure the torturous and unjust situation you are forced to live against your will. Your beautiful spirit is the (more…)

April 1, 2009

Are you a Martha or a Mary? Lent Devotion #38

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ARE YOU A MARTHA or a MARY? Lent Devotion #38

Tom Groomes

SCRIPTURE: Luke 10: 38-40  Now it happened as they went that He entered a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who also sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word. But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him and said, “Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Therefore tell her to help me.”(NKJV)
DEVOTION: I arose at 5:45 a.m. that July Sunday morning, feeling the beauty of a new day. The ground was wet with heavy dew; the sun was beginning to warm the day. The birds sang as if they too were praising our Lord for his marvelous creation of this earth.
     While other family members slept on, I decided to enter the quiet of my church to read Scripture.
     As I entered the sanctuary I noticed the dirt from (more…)

March 21, 2009

Finding Ben

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FINDING BEN

Pat

     A press release on Finding Ben states, “Everyone needs love and affection—no matter what. For any parent who has ever experienced disappointment in their child’s failures comes Barbara LaSalle’s Finding Ben: a Mother’s Journey through the Maze of Asperger’s.
     Finding Ben is an honest portrait of parental love. Written in novel form, the book tells the story of what it is like to suffer from what the author calls ‘disappointed mother (more…)

March 19, 2009

Little Ears Are Listening

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LITTLE EARS ARE LISTENING

Fran

     “I want to be a body tool when I grow up!” little Jerry told his mom.
     “A what?” the very surprised mom asked.
     Jerry looked her square in the face and said, more loudly, “I told you I want to grow up to be a body tool just like daddy.”
     The young mom was at a loss for words. Daddy was an ad executive who occasionally did ad work for tool companies, but to her knowledge the little boy had never seen any of them. And the last thing she wanted was for her son to (more…)

March 6, 2009

Path to Peace

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PATH TO PEACE  Path to Peace

Pat

     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…)

February 24, 2009

Talents Forgotten

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TALENTS FORGOTTEN

The Photodoctor

Touchdown scored
applause given
awards collecting dust
dance stepped
applause given
awards collecting dust
photo contests entered
applause given
awards collecting dust
once talented
teens distracted
phone rings
text received
talents (more…)

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