Noelle Anderson

I keep telling myself that I’m not a writer. I do it as I’m editing content, drafting a press release, writing copy for a website, or working on an essay to publish on Medium. Why? because that’s the easiest way to stay right where I am. Not

This post comes to you during a break from a spring/summer/all moved in after 16 months cleaning session. We bought our home in February 2019, and today was the day that I unpacked our last box. The house was built in 1912, and its wooden frame feels swollen

Friday evening, Noelle, Archie, and I were enjoying the start of our evening mile walk through the neighborhood, when I noticed the ivy growing on the side of a garage next to a funeral home. Its lustrous green leaves poked stiffly from the length of a serpentine stem, which I

I had a really great day today.  I finished a big work project, my wife and I had a great Friday date night, and I love Batman: Arkham Knight. It doesn’t always have to be that deep.

This post comes to you from nearly 4 months of not working due to COVID-19. The company has been shuttered since St. Patrick’s Day, and today we just got word that one of our resident performers – one of our family – has tested positive for the disease. Noelle and I

When I’m ready to write, I am READY, y’all … my brain starts to light up with bolts of ideas, my pulse quickens a little, and before I can even put my fingers on the keys I’m babbling into the notes app on my phone (which makes me