Bringing Peace with Petals and Pages

I was born Angela Shuman, named Angel A since I was my parent's first angel; Angel B was my twin who never became a human. If you like to play with words like I do, I am an angel as a human (AngelasHuman). We all are. It may be said that angels don't walk the earth, but I believe we all walk with hidden wings. Our wings allow us to share our passion with others. Singers fly with their voices, writers fly with their voices on a page. What do you fly with? Whatever your talent, hobby, or passion is, do it. I often remind my kids, (my birth children, godchildren, and students) that if what you love can make the world a better place for others and for you, then you have to just do it.

Besides my passion for writing, I LOVE flowers. I have been a florist for over three decades; owning my own shop since 1997. There is magic in the universal language of a bloom. I love creating messages with flowers. Flowers have a huge healing energy. Their language is divine. The energy within a flower always touches not only the recipient but also all those who come in contact with the flower. My own hands have held over a million roses, and each has had its own uniqueness. The experiences I witness and participate in are magical, amazing, and beautiful; and they also gift me a way for me to alleviate the stress my own empathic soul endures. Unwinding from a day of grieving families, micromanaging perishable products, designing to meet deadlines, and saving countless relationships caused me to seek therapy in my journal. Documenting my days, my feelings and my own opinions paved the way for me to realize that I need to write to stay sane.

I began writing fiction after taking MasterClasses with James Patterson, and Margaret Atwood. JP gifted me guidance to begin a story with the end in mind, and Author Margaret Atwood allowed me to explore sharing my what-if scenarios honestly. She said, "Every experience in a book has happened somewhere in the world, maybe just not in my world."

When bad things happen, we want them to make sense, have a purpose, and most importantly have a reason to why. There is no answer to why evil exists in the world, but in trying to find peace, I write.