Life’s been busy. Sorry about the lack of reflections. Finally, here is one. I decided to use the picture of an angel that Olivia drew for the front of my last children’s book. I’ve always loved Elizabeth and she chose to volunteer. So she fits very well. Heroes? Volunteers? Angels? …
Angels in the Snow. When walking one sunny day, I saw the above picture replicated over and over again across the snow. The long grasses were making snow angels. I remembered the joy, the laughter, the feeling of freedom I felt as a child when I carefully flopped down in an unmarred patch of sparkling…
Angels are scattered all over our house, tiny, tall, black and white, hanging from lamps, resting atop my dresser. One Christmas, our granddaughter suggested that we play a game, “Let’s see who can find the most angels at Grandma’s house.” Angels are a part of the scenic background of our home, so much so that…