Introduction - Welcome!

Welcome!


A blog by Anna Villa-Bager

I’m Anna — a mother, artist, advocate, and lifelong storyteller.
Born the eldest daughter of Italian immigrants, I grew up with one foot in the old world and the other chasing dreams in a new one. From the stage lights of Broadway to the quiet corners of grief, from the joy of motherhood to the challenges of rebuilding, this space is where I lay it all down — raw, reflective, and real.

My life has been a series of reinventions:

A dancer turned performer, a performer turned producer, a widow turned warrior, a mother turned mission-maker. I’ve loved deeply, lost unexpectedly, and learned to rise again and again.

Today, I lead a nonprofit that champions inclusive arts and therapy for neurodivergent youth and adults — a calling that grew from both personal heartbreak and fierce hope. I write not because I have all the answers, but because I’ve lived through enough to know the questions are worth sitting with.

Here you’ll find stories stitched with resilience — of identity, love, purpose, and the quiet power of getting back up. If you’re walking your own road of reinvention, I hope you feel seen here.

Thanks for reading. I’m really glad you’re here with me.

💜Anna

Comments

  1. Laura EllisonJuly 5, 2025 at 3:16 PM

    This is spectacular already! I’m sure it’s an emotional and cathartic endeavor.
    You never cease to astound me.
    I’m so proud of you! ❤️

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    1. AnonymousJuly 7, 2025 at 5:18 AM

      Thank you Laura! I appreciate the support especially from you! ♥️

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    2. AnonymousJuly 8, 2025 at 2:53 PM

      I'm so enjoying the journey. I'm inspired

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  2. AnonymousJuly 5, 2025 at 7:48 PM

    For years I always wanted how you started in performing arts after college- now I get to read about it!!

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  3. Leslie Michelle GJuly 5, 2025 at 7:57 PM

    above anonymous is me

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    1. AnonymousJuly 7, 2025 at 5:19 AM

      Thank you Michelle! I appreciate you!

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  4. AnonymousJuly 6, 2025 at 1:42 AM

    Lovley to read! Thanks for sharing with us all! I will offcourse follow you! And I hope to see you soon as well.❤️You are a strong women 🥰

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  5. WivveJuly 6, 2025 at 1:50 AM

    I don’t want to be anonymous to you ! I was to fast writing.. Again ; Lovley to read! Thanks for sharing with us all! I will offcourse follow you! And I hope to see you soon as well.❤️You are a strong women 🥰

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    1. AnonymousJuly 7, 2025 at 5:21 AM

      Thank you Wiveca! I think there must be a setting I can change but want to give readers the choice of posting anonymously. ♥️ Anna

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  6. Anna Villa-BagerAugust 2, 2025 at 7:00 AM

    I finally figured out how to respond without being anonymous so you will be hearing more from me personally! ♥️

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