I stood among the angels dressed for the Kindergarten Christmas Pageant. Unlike me, my fellow angels had drums and triangles. My frown—more like a pout—expressed disappointment and covetousness. I wanted the gifts my classmates had been given. Like the other mothers,...
Yesterday morning, an angel fell down. Perhaps she tripped on her oversized robe and heavy wings or stumbled on the narrow steps behind the podium. But between recited lines, down she went. The congregation gasped. The little angel quickly popped back into view,...
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