About Anne

Recognizing the Divine in Our Midst

When I was an educator in the public school system there was an assumption that an educational expert was anyone who lived at least 50 miles away. This meant that......

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

Sometimes it is hard to recognize darkness. For it can come dressed up in a nice suit, pretty packaging, and a smooth sales pitch. Because it is slick and alluring,......

Rewriting A Legacy

His dark eyes glared, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. Agitated, he could barely sit still. A teacher had brought him to my office, because she had caught him fighting......

Clinging to the Vine

As I snuggled under the heavy quilt, I heard the wind howling and the rain beating a rhythm on the windows. Burying deeper under the covers, I was grateful for......

Into the Silence of Nature’s Cathedral

Close to our home there is a trail that meanders deep into a cedar forest. The massive cedars are first growth trees that soar high above our heads, up into......