Angel Wheeler

  • A love letter

    There’s a little known fact about me. I’m a sucker for a love letter. It’s true. Perhaps it’s the love of words that I possess that I adore seeing them written on paper rather than spoken.  Perhaps because it’s genuine.  No matter, it’s the way to my heart. Just because I’m a sucker for them, doesn’t mean… Read more

  • Is that You, God?

    It happened on a Sunday morning two years ago.  Or was it three?  I really don’t know.  Not because I don’t remember it vividly, but instead because I dismissed it as nonsense, ridiculousness, even poppycock. I had gone to church that morning.  Whether I started my day with a heavy heart or whether I became burdened… Read more

  • Gobble, Gobble, Wobble

    It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Yes, I know the song refers to the Christmas season, but I disagree.  I believe the Thanksgiving season is the most wonderful time.  It is my favorite by far.  This thanksgiving, 2011, I am blessed beyond my wildest comprehension.  There has been loss. And there has been gain. … Read more

  • In memory of My Dad #35

    Written November 25, 1993 by my dad Bob Briggs while writing for the Tahlequah Daily Times Journal It’s almost December and pheasant season is about to open the panhandle of Texas.  Pheasant season only stays open for two weeks there, so you’d better get out and get some while the season is open. Pheasant are… Read more

  • Lessons from Gus

    Lonesome Dove is one of my favorite movies.  It’s in my top five for sure, right up there with Gone With the Wind and Pulp Fiction.  If you’ve never seen Lonesome Dove, rent it sometime—someday when you have about 5 hours to spare.  Augustus McCrae is an endearing character who, in my opinion, makes the… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #34

    Written by Bob Briggs—1994 Fear is a terrible thing, pure unadulterated fear is a mind numbing, limb freezing, feeling that turns your insides to water. I wonder what kind of fear Scott Donner  felt in San Antonio, Texas that day in 1993 when he let fear take control, and clambered back down the 10 meter platform… Read more

  • The Coyote Snatching

    It’s getting on sundown here at the J &A Chicken Ranch and the girls are heading in to roost for the night.   All thirteen of them. Yep, you read that right.   No typo intended.  Thirteen.  As life would have it, murder, mayhem, and malice struck the Chicken Ranch early Sunday morning past when an unsuspecting fowl fell victim to the… Read more

  • Blogging

    I’m alive. I’m still kicking. One day soon I will blog again. As God is my witness. I will blog again. Read more

  • Halloween

    It’s Halloween night and it’s a first for me. It’s a first to not be trick or treating with my niece as she obviously has reached the stage where she’s outgrown it.  Or even worse, we’ve made her feel too old to partake in festivities.  I feel a little sad about that.  Do you remember the last… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #33—Armadillo

    No matter how many times I leave Tahlequah, I’m always ready to return to the old hometown—but first, I had a commitment to some friends in another town to take care of before my departure for home. I had already said goodbye to my two daughters, and after a rousing night in Donny Duree’s bar, I said… Read more