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 to Oklahoma. Once, he even invited a…
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….
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….
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