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Fair Winds and Following Seas: A Tribute to My Veteran and Husband, Lieutenant Commander Scott Brubaker, USN (Ret.)
Lt Commander Scott Brubaker Retirement Ceremony, Pearl Harbor at USS Arizona Memorial, 1997 This Veterans Day, my heart swells with pride and gratitude as I honor my husband, Lieutenant Commander Scott Brubaker, whose 23 years of faithful service to the United States Navy shaped not only his career but our family’s journey as well. His story is one of leadership, sacrifice, and unwavering devotion to country and calling — a life charted by the stars, the sea, and the steadfas
Beth Brubaker
1 day ago2 min read


Inspiration to Write..."A Leap of Faith"
Beth's first published book...a memoir that led to debut novel, The Philadelphia Matriarch. The seven years on the farm became more than a chapter of life — they became a wellspring of stories, poetry, and inspiration. From sunrise chores to twilight walks through the fields, every season offered lessons in gratitude and grace. I’m so thankful for the ability to capture it all — in words, in photographs, and now, in this video that traces the journey from beginning to end. Wh
Beth Brubaker
2 days ago1 min read


Recipes That Tell Our Story
Mini Shoofly Pie Tartlets - Made for my recent book club presentation Recipes That Tell Our Story Every family has its secret recipes—the ones not just written on cards, but carried in hearts. For mine, those recipes stretch back through the generations, simmering in kitchens from Philadelphia row houses to Lancaster County farmsteads. Long before “farm to table” became a trend, my ancestors were living it—kneading bread by lantern light, canning peaches in August heat, and g
Beth Brubaker
6 days ago2 min read


Light Through the Shadows
Sistine Chapel Family Visit, May 2011 Halloween and All Saints’ Day have always felt like two sides of the same coin—one playful and earthly, the other reverent and eternal. Together they remind me that light and shadow are both part of life’s tapestry, and that even as the world grows darker and colder, there is always a glimmer of something sacred shining through. As a child, I loved Halloween’s laughter and the rustle of leaves beneath our feet. We paraded through the neig
Beth Brubaker
Oct 303 min read
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