My Brother’s Guardian Angels
Ryan was the kind of brother that made a sister grateful for guardian angels, for sure.
Ryan was the kind of brother that made a sister grateful for guardian angels, for sure.
The rubber plant in the room was bending and weaving its large leaves, and the fica tree shuddering and shivering…
When more and more of my friends were joining a site called Tumblr and talking about what they found there I didn’t want to be left behind.
The adventures of adolescence—the mothers in the book group traded looks. Our own daughters were coming of age.
A dear friend receives an angelic send-off as she prepares to meet the hereafter.
Should we thank the angels for coffee?
Letters and emails from people like you make me feel like I’m walking on sunshine…
Dr. Eleni’s patients send her thank-you notes and draw pictures of her, and she hangs them all around her office walls.
She’d never seen an angel, never felt herself washed by joy and light.
Now Jack LaLanne is among the heavenly angels, surely charming even them.
My colleague’s eyebrows shot up. “Angels?” he said. “I wouldn’t publish anything on angels.”