Angel Wheeler

writing

  • In Memory of my dad—number forty something

    The green spiraled journal draws me in. It belonged to my dad. The very first thing I bought when I became an adult was a storage building.  It sits on my mom’s property (once upon a time it was my grandmother’s property) and my dad put a few boxes of belongings in there nearly twenty… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #40—A Lizard Story with no Ending

    I first saw him as I was putting my portable air tankup up for the summer.  At first I thought he was a snake, “Omigosh!  Mister no shoulders,” I thought.  Then I saw it was a harmless brown lizard. Since that time, we have become friends of a sort.  Well, good enough friends that we… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #38—-Random Thoughts of Bob

    It is 3:00 a.m. here in Stonebroke Acres.  I sit at a small table, my trusty Smith-Corona paused on ready, a steaming cup of java waits for my first sip as my weekly stint at observing the world around me takes shape once more. It is a good time, for quiet has descended.  The night… Read more

  • Why I Blog

    I began blogging in November 2008 for reasons unexplainable.  It first began as a place to journal my unprivate thoughts and to catalogue my days. I blogged six days in November of 2008 and then didn’t blog again until January of 2009.  After that it was hit and miss for a season or two.  It’s hard… Read more

  • Why I’m Keeping My Day Job

    I’m a daydreamer. My mind is my playground. While others live in reality, dealing with real problems and situations that arise, I stick my head in the sand and daydream.  At work, I fantasize about home. At home, I fantasize about vacation. On vacation, I fantasize about looking great in a bikini. One of my… 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

  • Angel vs. Life

    The Postaday challenge that I unofficially signed up for on January 1st is kicking my butt right now. I’ve managed to post a blog everyday for 109 days.  Some good, some awful.  I fear I’m boring my readers to tears with chicken antics and doggy drivel. Do I credit writers block?? No, I don’t think… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #8

    Good Saturday morning friends,  The wind has laid, finally.  I feel like I can breathe now.  It really has battered us, our homes, our fences, our shingles.  But today is a good day and I have a story from my dad for you. Hanging with Watoshy, in ’95 Sitting there playing with my bacon and… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #7–Golf

    My dad was a golfer.  There was usually a set of golf clubs in the back of his work truck, just in case.  As a little girl I remember times when he’d suddenly remark, “Let’s go hit some golf balls.”  Oh the joy I would feel.  I was going to get to golf!  So he’d… Read more

  • S.O.A.P. #3

    Today I’ve been convicted.   Not of a crime, but of a wrong. Yesterday I blogged about the joy I felt when finding my dad’s writings in my storage building.  The anxiousness and excitement I felt to read them.  It was a treasure, how someone who had passed on could still speak to me.  And then God was… Read more