Tag archive: Spiritual
Ticket to Heaven
Original Fiction by
Bria Burton
T he old man dressed like a silent film star: black and white suit, shiny shoes, a cane, and even a top hat. The hat sat on the bench and the cane leaned against the back of it. His head of curly white hair moved like a Bobblehead doll.
My Two Guardian Angels
Essay by
Dallas Nicole Woodburn
G rowing up, I was often told by my parents that I have a guardian angel. The only proof needed was my harrowing birth.
