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.”
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And then, across a crowded room, A sudden stillness chased the gloom. It wasn’t a shout, or a trumpet’s call, But a gentle, knowing, rise and fall. My soul saw you, and in that gaze, An end to all my wandering days.
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“How beautiful is it to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged.” I uttered these words to a friend recently, and the sentiment has lingered with me, a gentle hum in the cacophony of daily life. It’s a phrase that feels both like a whispered secret and a resounding truth. In a world…
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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.
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It’s a strange and painful magic, this choosing. It’s not the choice I get to make out loud in the light of day. It is a silent, sacred vow I make in the dark. I choose you when I hear a song on the radio that I know you’d love. I choose you when I…
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The English tongue, a simple plea, “I miss you,” it says, from me to thee. But the French, a truth more deeply scored, “Tu me manques,” a missing chord.
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You know that part of the drive up the 101 where your brain starts to feel like a screensaver? That was me, until I pulled into a rest stop and stumbled upon something I thought was long extinct. Standing side-by-side, like two metallic dinosaurs, were two working payphones. I’m not kidding—I even picked one up…
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I’ve been a Rock ‘n’ Roll lifer for 64 years, and that feeling from a powerful guitar riff or a thunderous drum solo never gets old. The only thing that can get in the way of that passion is the price tag on the gear we love. We’ve all been there—staring at a dream guitar,…
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A snarling chord on a six-string wire, A kick drum punch, a bass desire. It’s more than notes that rise and fall, It’s “us against them,” standing tall. A fist held high against the gray…
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It’s a classic icebreaker question: “So, what’s your favorite genre of music?” For me, the answer is always simple and immediate: Rock ‘n’ Roll. It’s more than just a sound; it’s a feeling I can feel in my bones. It’s the raw, unfiltered energy of a guitar riff, the driving beat of the drums, and…
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When you hear the word ‘romantic,’ what comes to mind? Roses, candlelit dinners, grand gestures? While those things are lovely, I think true romance is often something much quieter. It’s found in the small, thoughtful moments—the unexpected cup of coffee made just right, the shared, comfortable silence, the feeling of being truly seen by someone…