Artist Bio
When I was a child I wanted to be the Velveteen rabbit.
The little rabbit had given all to someone who needed him for comfort and companionship. I had never heard of anything more wonderful or noble than that and my heart desired it. I did not care if someone threw me away as long as I was shabby because of love before it happened.
I think a small part of me realized, even at a young age, that the rabbit was a metaphor for loving unconditionally.
Twice a mother, I gave my body freely for life, and then used it to sustain those lives. I held babies until my shoulders became creaky and disjointed, and my back gave out. I read The Velveteen Rabbit to them.
I followed life where it lead me. Life circumstances forced me into taking a job I never sought. I became a teacher. Suddenly, multiple opportunities to give love freely fell into my basket. Precious gifts came on a daily basis as I offered undivided attention to each student who looked to me for hope and promise that their life was worth someone’s attention. The Velveteen Rabbit was one of my favorite titles to share.
I have always drawn pictures. I did not seriously start writing until high school, when a loving and compassionate English teacher encouraged me with appreciation and gentle editing.
A lucky break right out of college threw me a freelance job as a columnist for a local newspaper. Introduced to the world of deadlines and edits, I thrived.
Story is what I love whether prose, poetry, or picture. Our world is much more unimaginable than most people believe. I want to share what I learn, what I see, what I know. Let’s connect here.
Today when I look in a mirror, I see a wish granted. Like the Velveteen Rabbit, my edges have softened. I’ve been rubbed bare. Little by little, I am wearing out. I will eventually become shabby. That is okay. My heart has burst open. I am blessed.
Welcome to my website.
Peace be yours.
AnaValarie Singer
There is a window between heart and heart.
They are never separate like two bodies.
Two lamps may not be united in form –
But, their light merges into each other’s.
Rumi
Connection 