All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
The brunette phase just came about because I was fed up with this 'Blonde Angel Image'. The rebel in me demanded a new color.
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.