Today is my eldest son's birthday. We always gave him Halloween birthday parties. With costumes and everything. Here he is now, pretendi...

Climbing My Family Tree ©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson When life is less than kind to me, I climb right up my family tree. Stout branches turn t...

As Saturday Centus rolls around again, I am happy to report that Ms. Matlock has given us 106 words to turn her prompt into a story, and sh...

Next year I'll be sixty years old, and while I have no objection to the number per se, what I do object to are those mornings when I fee...

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson Sometimes on a windy day, I close my eyes and fly away. I float with leaves upon the breeze, then skitter about t...

(photo of my grandson taken by his mom's iPhone) Hiking the Wind ©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson The sky is in fluffy white pieces today... a...

Yesterday, my post was a poem about the humility and teachability of children. This picture of my grandson and his " I can be honest ...

Come as a Child ©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson O, that the meekness of a child might somehow be my own! My heart would never turn from Thee to f...