Angel Wheeler

  • Day In, Day Out

    I never  awaken on my own.  I’m usually smack dab in the middle of some amazing dream when a little person whose feet are in my ribs begins to stir and repeatedly request “muck”, the translation of milk in baby talk.  Staggering out of bed with my daughter in my arms, leaving my dream of… Read more

  • Ending My Writing Drought

    It’s just a common old ice box.  Fridge on bottom, freezer on top, almond in color.  It came with the house.  Unlike other women folk who show pride in their appliances, notably the cleanliness of it, the outside of my fridge looks much like the inside.  And if you’ve been reading here long enough, you… Read more

  • A Broody, Moody Hen

    I’ve got a broody hen.  In other words, she wants to be a momma. This hen in particular sits in a wheelbarrow.  Day after day.  Night after night.  She won’t eat.  She won’t drink.  And if you go near her, she puts her hackles up and makes a noise that frightens me.   I’ve never… Read more

  • One tough camera

    For nearly 9 years a disposable camera has been cruising with me in my car.  A disposable camera all filled up with mystery pictures of which I can’t remember taking.  What? you say.  Nine years?!?!?!  It’s short of a miracle I know.  Never mind that I’ve had a car for 9 years, 12 to be… Read more

  • The Hummers

    I overheard them talking in the doctor’s office a few weeks ago. You need to get ready for them. They’re here. We saw some at our place yesterday.  Hummingbirds. So I heeded their advice and went to The Walmarts to buy a couple of feeders.  I googled how to make sugar water (4 parts water… Read more

  • A Post Where I Make Fun of my Niece and All Teenagers In General

    I have a teenager in my home.  She’ll turn 14 in about 2 weeks. Just in case, you don’t have a teenager in your home, let me tell you what these strange creatures do. If they have any type of electronic device, they spend hours taking self portraits (selfies) with various faces, and posting them… Read more

  • The Dress

      This is EK’s Easter dress that I finished today. That is, if “finished” means taking 2 safety pins and pinning up the neck where it was too big. No, you don’t need to tell me that Easter was yesterday. Or that she didn’t wear it to church because 1) it wasn’t finished 2) we… Read more

  • Dying Eggs

    I told myself to chill.  I told myself to give up the mommy control.  That this whole Easter egg dying thingiemajigger is about the process, the experience, not the end product. I think it might have been one of the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You know how in your mind, everything works out?  You… Read more

  • What Crazy Must Feel Like

    There are three days left in the month of March.  I haven’t blogged all month.  I won’t even pretend to act like I’m not aware of that.  Every day I say to myself, “I need to blog.  I want to blog.  I wish I could blog.”  When I don’t blog, it’s not the same in… Read more

  • List 10 things you would tell your 16 year-old self, if you could

    This is question number 4 on my list of 30 things my kids should know about me. What 10 things would I tell my 16 year old self.  Oh my.   I wish I could visit her.  Deep down I think she was sweet, but she was flirting much too often with rebellion, sowing wild… Read more