By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…
by Brett Miller A Spin on Isaac’s Wheel I was born wide-eyed and clueless into a world liberally dyed in patterns any child could appreciate. With little transition, a chromatic shift induced a rapid decline into biodegradable Amway products and butterscotch upholstery; Avon catalogs and avocado appliances. Before the tropical…