JIM BEANE

FISHING FROM SMALL BOATS by Jim Beane May 24, 2020 Haven't gone fishing this year, not yet. Didn't go last year either. Piddled a little with surf fishing in August, but you don't catch much from the sand at the Outer Banks of North Carolina in late August. Pompano, a...

TECHNOLOGY by Jim Beane Technology and I are not friends. We are becoming friendlier but we are definitely not friends. Don't get me wrong. I like technology but I fail to grasp the inner workings, the lingo, the intentions. I have been trying this year to manage my...

In 1994, I published my first story. For some time before that, I had been encouraged by family and friends to start submitting my fiction to literary journals. At that time my girls were twelve and nine years old and I worked full time as a paid by the hour...

BROTHERS My older brother Richard died six days before Christmas. In late June he would've been seventy-four. His health had declined over the last few years. He had breathing issues. He was overweight and had suffered three major heart attacks in twenty three years....

This is what I remember. In 1959, when I was seven years old. My mother and father sold their house on 12th Street in Michigan Park in northeast Washington DC. We moved to a place I never heard of, Four Corners, a small crossroads in Silver Spring, Maryland. When we...