Anne Peterson

I write stories and goosebump poetry

People Feel Invisible: We need to open our eyes

“You look tired,” I said to the young woman scanning my groceries. I’m not one to just spit out the question, “How are you?”  Maybe because I know people just say what they think you want to hear. “Oh, I AM tired,” she responded a little surprised. “I haven’t slept in days.” “Why not?” I […]

White Coffee and Wildflowers

Today is Grandma day. A day I look forward to all week. A day when I start smiling and don’t stop till I drop the kids off back home. And I don’t mean the kind of smile I put on right before I meet someone new. I mean an honest to goodness smile that goes […]

If You’re an Artist, You Better be Stubborn…

There are not many times in life stubbornness is viewed as a quality. But stubbornness, the brother of tenacity, is extremely important. As a writer, there will be days you don’t feel like writing. In fact, you’d rather watch every stinkin’ video on Facebook about cats and you don’t especially like cats. Sorry, all you […]

No More Talking

“Divorce” the letter read; “violence,” it went on. A long-distance call made: “I can’t talk now! He’s harassing me again.” Hours later a phone rings, and two sisters talk. One tells of a hurting heart and ten years of pain; the other sobs in silence. “Calling the police was easy, I wish I would have […]

Livie: a tribute to my granddaughter

Yesterday was a hard day. We got together and celebrated Olivia Jane’s life, with white balloons that we released to heaven. Before I let mine go, I kissed it. Here is a poem I shared at her gravesite.   Livie Although you were so very small, you taught us many things, like living in the […]

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 […]

Don’t Make These 3 Mistakes When Giving

I brought in the plastic bags. Putting them down on the table, I unload them, thankful I got to go to the food pantry today. Thankful I have something different to offer my family. Opening the Duncan Hines box, I’m looking forward to making a cake. Cake is a luxury item. Reaching for my large […]

Clean out Your Closet: Why storing our feelings can be dangerous

Oops, I did it again. I can tell by your flinch that I’ve poked you. It wasn’t my intent. My closet must be full. The one I stuff my emotions in. When I don’t deal with my emotions, somehow the hurts overpower everything and before I know it, I sting people. I don’t plan on […]

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 […]

How my Poetry Got Into Stores

It was 1994. I went to visit my friend, Arlyce. While there I quoted her one of my poems, I Have These Holes. “You have to do something with this,” Arlyce said. Knowing my husband Mike was an artist she said, “Why don’t you take some of your poetry and put it with Mike’s art?” […]