anna ligtenberg

I grew up in Norridge, a village just *barely* outside of Chicago, where I seem to have spent a majority of my time trying to figure out how to escape that cute little small-minded village... because I was sure that there were bigger and better things in the world and that those things should be mine... if only I could escape.

Now I live IN Chicago because, it seems, escaping wasn't about physical distance. And, to be contrary, I've spent a good chunk of my "escaped" years trying to figure out how to get back to Norridge. People are curious creatures, aren't we?

All of my life, I've written. Poetry, journals, pissed-off letters to politicians, book reviews, books... you name it... but I'd never felt truly compelled to publish a word until I planned my own death, reconnected with my first love, and finally decided that life as a mildly insane semi-recluse wasn't really much fun. So here I am.

I have one adult son - he assures me that reading Those Words is gonna be "totes awk"... so there's one life goal achieved. Who doesn't dream of payback for all those toy store tantrums? My first love is also going to be my last, which I find very cool. I have a new home, a new beginning... a new book in the works... and I can't wait to see what happens next.

P.S. I don't blog. I have enough to do without adding "update blog" to the list. But feel free to find me on Facebook. I've given up being a recluse of any sort, so I'll happily play with you over there.