Angel Wheeler

imagination

  • Dream Job

    I’m pretty sure I was an odd child.  No one ever told me this, but if they knew of my imaginary play they’d likely agree.   I was the youngest of 4.  My brothers were much older so while I was playing Barbies, they were cruising the drag picking up chicks, well attempting to anyway,… Read more

  • Just Me and the Man in my head

    “My momma always had a way of explaining things so I could understand. ” Those are Forrest Gump’s words, but that’s what I can say about my momma too.   I remember being sick and laying in her king size bed with the crushed red velvet headboard.  She would stroke my forehead and explain to me how there was a war in my body. … Read more