Beth Anderson is passionate about words, art, music, photography and much more. Beth spins stories as she did during a quarter of a century teaching high school English students. Her mystery-in-progress, The Quarry’s Child, draws on her love of swimming, lakes, art, and the quest for answers. Beth is one of the founding members of the Upper Hudson Valley Chapter of Sisters in Crime, a graduate of the FBI Citizens Academy, a survivor of a visit to an active aircraft carrier while it was at sea, and a published poet in Soundings, a literary journal.
My Latest Posts
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- True colors?At long last I’m letting some true feelings bubble to the surface in the hope that the “poison” carried in the bubbles will dissipate once the bubbles burst. I do…More
- All aboard!“Mental wounds not healing Life’s a bitter shame I’m going off the rails on a crazy train…” I trust, and know, I will eventually be back on the rails but gee whiz…More
- It means something, I suppose…I don’t intentionally look for symbols or meaningful patterns in life. They often hit me like in the old Monty Pythons sketch where they slapped each other’s faces with fish.…More
- It occurred to me…As a lapsed Catholic, I am often critical and/or scornful of the traditions in which I was raised. That’s my issue, no one else’s. Recently, Grace crept in and allowed…More
- I know it’s nice outside, but…As a child I spent a great deal of time outdoors. Any type of physical play ruled the day. Blessed to have been raised to enjoy and explore the outdoors,…More
- Where are the instructions?Following instructions is a simple task for me. The difficulty lies in the lack of instructions for some of the really challenging things in our lives. And, even when instructions…More
- What I’m learning from crafting…Learning the craft of making junk journals has been a transformative experience for me. When I began last summer I didn’t have high hopes. My lifelong (thus far) experience with…More
- Is the thrill truly gone?The quick answer is no. But as one ages, many tasks become more difficult. Travel is one of those pesky things. There are things to carry, lengthy walks through terminals…More
- The beat goes on, with hiccups…I visited my mom yesterday at the memory care facility where she lives. Most weeks I’m able to see her twice a week. Her concept of time is nebulous at…More
- Informing, not belaboring…If you’re one of the 6.8 million people in the US who has been diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder, you can relate to the idea that anxiety has physical implications.…More
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Stories Are For Eternity 