Homecomings and Goings ©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson Come home to me, my child; come home. Dance on the words of a mother's poem...

from the heart (for ryan) ©2018 susan noyes anderson city beat city heat miles of pavement pulsing feet dirty asphalt...

Still Waters ©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson  O be not lulled by placid sea nor lapping waves of harmony stand warily beneath a...

My sweet mom is 91 years old today, and while she isn't feeling nearly as chipper as she did in this picture from last year, she ...

Soul Substance ©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson The spirit finds home inside warm flesh and bone, taking ownership, giving direct...

When this blog was more active, the Christmas gift I offered to my many wonderful readers was always the story used at our family's ...

Image by Anita Schiller Terry ©2016 Christmas Joys ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson At Christmas, simple things are best: A f...

The prompt was to write a poem inspired by the following image: The Lift ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson His spirit crawls a lowly...

Hold Fast to Hope and Fireflies ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I used to have a firefly inside me, a certain spark against the dark...

The Uncool Kitchen ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson My kitchen is a clone of me, and at its very heart hums one cold, stainless gia...

Secrets of the Sea ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson When my own tides are at low ebb, I stand beside the sea. Bright waves of truth...

Depression: Cornering the [Black] Market ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson You don't understand me, he said. No one knows of t...

Taking Back the Knack ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I think I may have lost the knack that surely was my stock in trade in days ...

A Postcard Wave from Sue to Dave ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson Just jotting down a word or two to let you know that I love you ...

The Path of Peace ©2017 Susan Noyes Anderson I love those peaceful moments of the heart when mind and spirit finally run free, ...