[1]In an unobstructed view, right near my desk, I’ve positioned a favorite photo of my parents. It was taken on my father’s 60th birthday, when they’d been married for more than 30 years. My mother’s arms are wrapped around Dad’s chest, and they’re beaming. They clearly love each other. My parents are both gone now, but in moments of peril, I brush my fingers across their smiling faces and ask them to watch out for me. And I think they do. Who’s your guardian angel?
Office Cat by Jean Jullien [1]