In 1971, Anne Peterson walked into a basement. Opening the door with apprehension, she never knew it would change her life forever.
Eleven years later she spoke to her sister on the phone, listening to every detail of her impending divorce. Little did she know it would be their last conversation.
Anne became part of a club she never asked to join. Year after year, she cried out for relief from her many losses. Avoiding her pain had only prolonged it. Desperately she tried something new. She embraced her pain with weary arms. And found a love that was real.
Anne wants you to know what real love looks like. Not a love that’s here today and gone tomorrow. But instead, a real love; guaranteed to last.
Now available on Amazon, as a kindle version and in paperback.
Anne Peterson Writes 
Sounds like an interesting book. I’m usually more of a fiction story reader, but it is sometimes interesting to hear other people’s personal stories.
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Thanks for checking out one of my blogs. I hesitated joining Story Cartel since I’m not a fiction writer per se. But, at a conference, one of my critiques was that it wasn’t good fiction. And when I responded, “it’s not fiction,” I was told, “it still needs to read like good fiction.”
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People are always trying to qualify and quantify what it takes to be a writer. Truth is nothing and everything. If it achieves what the author intends, inspires the thoughts or emotions that it was intended to inspire, it is a perfect piece.
There is no single recipe that works for every writer nor every reader.
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I agree that there is no single recipe that works for every reader or every writer.
I did go to your site and read your riddle. Did not figure it out.
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The solution around my blog somewhere. I should probably make a link…
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Hi, Anne. Took a look at your book design. Is Jessica your daughter?
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Elaine,
Yes, Jessica is my daughter, she did the photo. Then someone else did the cover using Jess’ photo.
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