Journal Entry of an Angel With No Name 1  November 2011, as mankind reckons his days. In the city of New York, in the country of the United States of America, I, an angel with no name, record these words: I have descended from Heaven to America and have been walking in her cities. Though the inhabitants...

Jesus, bless Him, had a habit of eating out and drinking with certain types of people it was considered inappropriate for him to be seen with. It annoyed people, mostly his inner circle of friends, and they sometimes told him how annoyed they were about it. No, not only did the weirdoes have Jesus over...

I have a new job. I am now a mental health rehabilitation support worker. You can tell I’m pretty proud. This new job entails my going out to visit people with a mental illness in their home and supporting them in what we call ADL’s – activities of daily living. These are things like making beds,...

Basically it’s all about the gravy.  Some people like it smothering all their food.  Others want it only on the meat.  Some prefer that it cover their potatoes but not come near the turkey.  And a few people don’t want any gravy at all.  And trying to keep all of that straight just might...

I’d never watched an episode of Extreme Home Makeover in its entirety before. I have clicked on the TV and caught the last ten-minutes where they move the bus and the family sees their brand new home for the first time. I always get caught up in the family’s emotions and find myself welling back...

The Invisible Girls #4 (Editor’s Note: This is our fourth excerpt from Sarah Thebarge’s new writing project, The Invisible Girls.) On my next day off I went to the grocery store and got some fruit and vegetables and non-perishables. I also wanted to make them a meal, since the sight of...

The Invisible Girls #3 (Editor’s Note: Part Three of our ongoing series from Sarah Thebarge’s new project, The Invisible Girls.) A few days later, I found myself sitting in my car in my driveway, unsure of whether I should follow through on my crazy plan to show up at their door, unannounced. ...

The Invisible Girls #1 A few months ago, I was riding the MAX train from the Portland suburbs to downtown when I saw a little Somali girl falling asleep while she was standing up.  I reached out my arms to her, and she crawled into my lap and fell asleep.  And that began a relationship with her...

Rescue crews hadn’t even begun to unload supplies before Pat Robertson began to upbraid Haitians for their “pact with the devil.” Robertson said Haitians joined forces with Satan’s Army:  “They said, ‘We will serve you if you’ll get us free from the French.’ True story. And so the...

My friend Jodi lives in downtown Toronto in an area that is grey and raw and leaves me tense behind my politeness. I visited her there for the first time this summer and was in awe of the ease with which she walked those streets, the affection in her voice as she greeted the men behind blank eyes and...