Ann Anderson Evans

…funny and introspective, filled with compassion and written without an ounce of affectation or disingenuousness.… Her explorations are illuminating. They’re also a kick, with a surprisingly uplifting effect. – Kirkus Reviews

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Silver Medal Winner: Independent Publishers Book Awards (2016)

Finalist: 2016 NextGeneration Indie Publishers Award (2016)

Finalist: International Book Awards (2016)

“I predicted that the pain would persist for a while, but neither of us would feed on it. We would both try to rise above it and get on with our lives, he faster than I.”

‘I’d prefer to have a man doll himself up in lingerie every night than come home drunk.”

“I knew about the siren songs, abysses, bewitching spells, and strange monsters out there, but they sank out of sight in the fulfillment of my homecoming.”

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“After living in five countries, getting four college degrees, marrying three husbands, having two children, and crashing into a few catastrophes, I keep in mind two mottos, one is from chess “There’s always a way,” and the other is from a Buddhist prayer, “Don’t squander your life.” Put them together and move ahead.”

Ann Anderson Evans is made of what she has been: professor, troubadour, teacher of ESL, business owner, wanderer, Christian Scientist, Episcopalian, Unitarian-Universalist, student, linguist, accomplished cook, swimmer, legal secretary, farm hand, wife, wife again, wife again, twice a mother. Today, she’s a writer, a Buddhist, a gardener, a book reviewer, a pickleball player. Her adventures are mostly literary.

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