Angel Wheeler

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  • Good News!

    I’m on top of the world.  I’m just on top of this beautiful, dadgum world.  It’s as if scales have fallen from my eyes and I see things in a new light.  In case you haven’t been following my life, first off, I’m pregnant.  With my first child.  At age 36.  With this came a… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #27

    written by my dad, Bob Briggs 1943-2011 “Of course we’re going to Oklahoma City for Derby Day,” declared Val vehemently.  “Haven’t we always gone for the past several years?  It’s imperative that we go.  It’s our sworn duty!  I’ll call Doc for some cash tonight.  What ‘da ya think?  About 500 bucks sound right for… Read more

  • Baby

    There comes a time in a blogger’s life, when she must decide if something is too personal to share.  It’s easy to share chicken stories and recipes, possum deaths, and classroom funnies, but not so easy to tell others when you’re falling apart.  Not for me anyway.  There is an occurrence in my life and something… Read more

  • School Days

    The posters are hung, the pencils are sharpened, and the acetaminophen  is stocked.   Although there isn’t the slightest nip of fall in the air, the calendar confirms that school begins tomorrow here in West Texas. Elementary Teachers all around my area have laminated, cut, pasted, and labeled until their fingertips bleed. Although the calendar confirms it,… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #26

    On a languid winter afternoon, hound dogs howl a mournful alarm at a visitors casual intrusion upon the Atkins Antiques barn a few miles south of Archer City, Texas. The dogs take their afternoon nap under the porch of the fading paint flecked building, and are often called upon to sound the call to arms… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #25

    Being a teacher myself, I found great joy in reading this story written by my dad on July 8, 1995.  How many of you have similar tales? Why our little community was named “Briggs” by early settlers has been lost in the annals of time, but I was always ready and able to come up… Read more

  • The Whisperings of God

    Each morning I take a 30 minute walk.  Except when it’s raining; which is never.  During that time of awakening my bones and joints, I lift my eyes up and talk to God and He oftentimes awakens my spirit.  Some mornings, it’s just me talking to the wind and the sky, but once in a blue… Read more

  • Update on life

    I know. I know. I know.  I’ve been bad about blogging.  It’s just that I’ve felt quiet lately.  I wonder if you can relate.  Sometimes you just don’t have much to say, until you don’t say much for too long, then you have way too much to say.  This originally short post  turned into a… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #24

    I’m away on vacation.  I know my blog has been dead this week, more dead than usual.  I hope to pick up the pace soon.  I’m afraid I’ve let the lazy, hazy, dog days of summer have the best of me.  But in the meantime, enjoy a story written by my late dad, Bob Briggs, that… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #23

    You might think that with a family the size of the one I grew up in, we would eat anything that was put in front of us.  Not so.  Although we were avid partakers of our own favorite dishes, we had several idiosyncrasies that were unique to us alone.  Steak was expensive, and I don’t… Read more