July 18, 2001

A Maine beach helps restore an aching soul

July 18, 2001/ Beverly Beckham

I hadn't been back in more than two years to the place that feeds my soul. I went to other places and I thought, this is fine. I don't need one particular plot of earth where the sea meets the sky and I meet God. I found God in people and in landscapes: on my walks with the dog, in my small garden. And I convinced myself that this was enough. I thought I had become wiser. God is everywhere, I said. All I had to do was look and I would see.

Nothing left to the name game in a world of constant change

July 15, 2001/ Beverly Beckham

It started with Great Woods. I mean the Tweeter Center. I dialed information to get the number, heard "Welcome to Verizon" and thought, not just that Verizon sounds like an antibiotic (Erythromycin? Tetracycline? Verizon?), but what's with all these companies changing their names?

Canton loses Mr. Bright, a selfless citizen

July 13, 2001/ Beverly Beckham

Of course he had to die sometime. He was 86 and much as we wish it could be, people don't live forever. But it seemed that he would. It seemed as if he would always be sitting in his rocking chair on his front porch, his wife beside him, or making his way down Chapman Street to the L'il White Store, Cassie's now, but always the L'il White to him.

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