Angel Wheeler

birds

  • Winter Around

    Today I will look for God. Just like I do everyday, at least on the days I’m not too harried. It is easy to find him in spring with new life imminent. It is easy to find him in summer with its long, lazy days. It is not hard to find him in autumn, with… Read more

  • Feeding the Big Chickens

    We recently had a family picnic at the park.  It was a beautiful September day and we were in the big city, so we decided to grab a couple burgers and enjoy them under the treetops. The park has a big lake with walkers and joggers circling it.  A few fisherman had cast their poles… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #14

    Gremlins sit at my elbow, grinning inanely at me as I try to work. Try to be interesting and hold the reader by the hand, leading him or her through a myriad of words. Sometimes I think writing a column is the hardest form of work there is. Certainly, it’s harder than laying pipe. It’s… Read more

  • A Nest

    Spring is coming.  It’s just around the corner.  As soon as I utter that old cliche’, tomorrow we’ll all probably get snowed thirty feet under.  But I am remaining hopeful about the coming spring.  The tulips and daffodils are poking their green heads out of the earth and birds are building nests. Unfortunately the owner of this particular dwelling… Read more