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Anita Swanson


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Anita Swanson was born and grew up in Minneapolis where she completed her nursing education at the Northwestern Hospital School of Nursing. Three years after graduation she married and moved to Los Angeles. Following a rather complicated divorce from a high profile Baptist Minister of Music, she became a single mother and successfully raised two daughters on her own.

It was while the girls were still in high school that she became involved in the LA theater community and enjoyed success in a number of plays. She has appeared in regional and national television commercials, been featured in the children’s show “Fudge,” and participated in the prestigious West Coast Ensemble Theatre Company. Over the years, she has sung in numerous church choirs and for several years assisted as group leader of a Women’s Bible Study.

After retiring from nursing, she studied non-fiction at the UCLA Writers Program and has attended numerous writing programs including the prestigious University of Iowa Writing Program. Currently, she’s an active member of the International Women’s Writing Guild. She has been published in Whispers from Heaven, The Chrysalis Reader, The MacGuffin, and Ship’s Log: Writings at Sea. Most recently, she was awarded first place in the 18th Annual Writing Competition of the Taproot Literary Review.

Her oldest daughter and her husband are missionaries with special emphasis on the teenagers in LA. Her younger daughter, a social worker by day and a rock singer by night, has worked on Broadway with Elton John and just completed her first ten-day USO tour.

Remarried now for eighteen years, she has retired from nursing but continues to write (and water-ski!) in Lake County, California where resides with her husband

Slow Hope

Anita Swanson
Ivy House Publishing Company (2006)
ISBN 1571974350
Reviewed by Debra Gaynor for Reader Views (12/06)

She knew it was over as soon as her second child was born. However, by that time she was barely able to complete a thought. Let alone organize a plan for getting out of her marriage. So she just let herself drift, until finally nothing seemed to matter very much at all.

She still went to church, of course. Sundays she sang at the Baptist church where her husband served as Minister of Music and Thursdays, even though her husband told her he didn’t approve, she attended a Presbyterian Bible Study for women.

And still she prayed. She prayed for guidance and understanding. She prayed for wisdom and forgiveness. She prayed for help and endurance. But mostly she simply prayed for deliverance. She wanted out. Out of the bonds of her fundamental marriage. Out of her feelings of oppression. And out of the black hole that now surrounded her with every breath she took.