Last week my oldest daughter called to report a problem with her oldest daughter. Her daughter is ten and she is excelling, not only at school, but at sassiness. Discipline has been a challenge. “If you don’t get off your i-pad, you lose dessert.” Her response might be, “Good. I hate dessert!” (That is not…
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Barking at The Moon Interview
Today I’m so excited to bring you my interview with the one and only, Tracy Beckerman. I met Tracy at and Erma Bombeck Conference years ago. Fortunately, neither of us aged since then. Tracy is an award-winning journalist and author of three books. You will fall in love with her family and her dog…and her creatures….
My Grumpy Navy Veteran
It was four thirty on New Years Eve and I had much to do. I’d befriended an eighty-year old Navy veteran a few months ago. “If you ever need anything, just let me know,” I said. What was I thinking? He needed everything under the stars. I ran to his favorite hoagie shop at five,…
Angel Bumps and Chevy Trucks
My husband, Scott, called to tell me he had received an Angel Bump from my dad on his way to work. Scott was thinking about the memory of my dad buying a new truck off the lot. My dad had arrived wearing striped pants and a flannel plaid shirt, and wearing his Irish cap. He…
Angels at Au Bon Pain
Angels At Au Bon Pain Today I gave a young man a spirit message from his dead mother. I know, weird. I’m not a small medium at large. I’m not a psychic. It just happened. There I was, waiting for my sandwich-soup combo, and the 20-something- year-old behind the counter was about to hand me…
Birds of a Feather
A sign from my Dad in Heaven In our neighborhood, everyone called my father “The Mayor of Willow Avenue.” He’d earned this nickname because of his penchant for helping everyone out. He mowed the lawns of elderly neighbors without having to be asked. He brought home a soldier who’d become stranded, trying to get home…
Bullfrogs at 3 am
It’s 3:08 Thursday morning. I was woken to the crooning of a bullfrog again. He lives in the little canal outside our bedroom window. My brain immediately shuffled songs and spit out Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog. I only sang two verses before I realized that Jeremiah could actually be Jeri-Maya. Why did I assume it…
Baby Elephants and Angels
I am blessed to meet people randomly who have a story to tell about Angel Bumps. I can be at the supermarket, the bank, all sorts of places. Recently I brought my dog to the vet’s office for an ear infection. This was during Covid, and the techs came out to fetch the animals….
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I Can Feel My Grandmom’s Hugs
When I was little, I found two passions; soccer, and music. My grandmother, the soccer enthusiast she is so wonderfully known as, loved my passion for both. She supported every decision I made, right up until she left. And best of all, she gave the most incredible and calming hugs. A hug from her could…
The Gift In the Clouds
Years ago, I owned Anne’s House of Angels in Pennsylvania. It featured gifts from the heart for anyone and everyone. My very first customer was a young woman named Maria. She wanted to buy a very special night light for a nursery. It had to be the perfect one and it had speak to her….
A Sign From The Rainbow Bridge
Wilfred’s Angel Bump, a paw print from heaven. When our older dog passed away, I thought Miss Mattie, a seven year-old cockapoo, needed a new friend. My search began at local shelters. Not a single pup seemed a good fit. I searched the newspaper for available rescues, again to no avail. I began to think…
Jeanie Doesn’t Say Bye-Bye
I am blessed to have a wonderful friend named Jeanie. Together we can have a conversation just by nodding. The words are in our minds sloshing around somewhere. We are the Ying and Yang of the non-verbal world. She will say, “I have been waiting to tell you this.” I reply, “Oh it must be…