Anne Peterson

I write stories and goosebump poetry

Livie: a Tribute to my Granddaughter

Not long ago we celebrated Olivia Jane’s life. White balloons were released.       Before I released mine, I kissed it. Livie Although you were so little, you taught us many things, like living in the present so we don’t miss anything. You taught us things that matter, are the little things around, like making […]

I’m Gonna Pray, Olivia

I know the doctors are not giving you much of a chance, but I’m gonna pray. They hold test results in their hands, my hands are empty. God tells me to cast all my cares on Him. And I care about you. So I’m gonna pray. I know God knit you together in your mommy’s […]

He Cried with Me

My heart was heavy. How would we make it without our brother? Martha stood before me, “The Master is calling for you.” The weight around my heart released its grip. I knew he’d come. I ran towards Him. I had to see Him. He would understand. And seeing Jesus, I fell down at His feet—my safe […]

Remembering Peggy

September 12, 1982 The day you disappeared. Out of my life, but never my mind. There was a hole that never got filled. You and I were supposed to be sitting together talking about our grandkids. You never even got to see yours. When you lose a loved one you get a lot of nevers […]

Paper, Pencils and Butterflies

Photo Courtesy Creative Commons I ignore the posted lists. They don’t apply to me. I don’t have to stock up on notebook paper. Don’t have to buy 200-count tissues in stores that only sell 150 count. No longer do I run from store to store looking for the right type of scissors. The right number […]

I’m Sorry God (FmF)

(Five minute Friday. Linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Prompt: Worship)   God, it’s me, your daughter. And I have a confession to make. I’ve been sharing my worship with another. Well, actually more than one. Yes, I’ve come and sat with others on Sundays to worship you. But I didn’t come with a single heart. It was […]

“Stay on the Phone.”

I’ve spent a lot of my life in the in-between. I should have a Master’s degree in waiting. My sister disappeared in 1982. We are still  waiting for some answers. And though I’ve read books on the subject of waiting, none have taught me the value of it. Until now. In his book, In-Between, Jeff […]

Where I Belong (FmF)

Time for Five minute Friday, linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Write for five minutes. Post without editing. Prompt: Belong We spend our lives looking for it. Starting from the time we’re little ones. Going to school, sizing up everyone around. We become friends with those who are like us. We marry someone who accepts us. […]

The Day I Knew I was a Writer

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons This post is my entry in the “Writing Contest: You Are A Writer” held by  Positive Writer. We were so excited. Mom called upstairs to us,“Thea Tula is here!” We loved going to our aunt’s house. I’d run to her TV room first thing. There in a tall bookcase, I’d find […]

I Wish They Were Wrong

Photo courtesy Creative Commons They had to be wrong. People were always telling me how unsafe it was in Chicago. Here I was, my early 20’s, standing on an El platform. Everything was fine. I was going home by myself. I was safe. No one was bothering me. I did see a guy standing on […]