Beyond the Blog with Pamela Beach
One theme, many worlds. Exploring resilience, from lived experience to imagined stories.
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“Hello, I’m Pam. I’m an author, a storyteller, and this is where I explore one big theme: resilience. My writing is born from a life of navigating challenges, from foster care and homelessness to single motherhood. Here, we’re in the business of turning scars into strength.”
Category: Relationships
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The silent answer to a question drawn Within her spirit since her very dawn.
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I can’t change the entire tide, but I can cast a single pebble into the water from the shore and watch the ripples spread. That’s what an act of kindness is. It’s a pebble. A small, simple gesture might not seem like much, but its effects can ripple outwards in ways we may never see,…
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Sometimes, the key to forgiving someone is to remember that sometimes you’re an asshole too. This isn’t about excusing bad behavior; it’s about a reality check. Forgiveness isn’t about giving them a free pass; it’s about giving yourself a break. Holding onto a grudge is like carrying a bag of rocks everywhere you go, just…
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Across the miles, where continents softly dream, Two hearts awaken to the dawning gleam. In California, where the Pacific sighs, The morning paints its hues in western skies.
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When history is a forgotten art, And all that’s made has come undone, You’ll find the echo of my beating heart Woven in with oblivion.
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“Do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different? If miles did not divide us? I picture it sometimes, in stolen moments. Little things, mostly. Waking up next to you, the smell of coffee brewing in our kitchen.”
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Beyond the measured beat, the clock’s insistent chime, There lies a fragile hush, a breath outside of time.
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“But with this immense feeling comes an equally immense fear. It’s a cold, heavy thing that settles in my chest whenever I think of telling you. What if I’m wrong? What if I’ve built this all up in my head, mistaking friendship for something more? The thought of your face shifting from warmth to pity…
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It was a rainy Sunday, and I saw a woman walking in endless circles, soaked to the bone. No jacket, no shoes. When I asked her why, she simply said, “Because I’m cold.” In that moment, looking from her defeated eyes to my two young sons watching from the car, I didn’t hesitate. I took…
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For a friendship that defined a childhood and a loss that echoes through a lifetime. This poem is a tribute to a bond that was severed by a tragedy in 1985, a crime that remains a cold case. It’s a remembrance of a soul gone too soon, but a spirit that is never forgotten.