Before I wrote Angel Wings, I thought I knew a fair bit about geese. I knew they were loud. I knew they flew in beautiful formations. I knew they came back every year to our pond. But the more I watched them, the more I realized how much they mirror

The idea for Angel Wings came from a question. My Grandsons and I were walking by the water one afternoon when he asked, “Why can’t that goose fly?” I looked out at the pond and saw him again, the same goose I’d been watching for weeks. I didn’t have a

There’s a goose on the pond behind our house who never flies. I noticed him early one morning, just after sunrise. The others had taken off in a flurry of wings and sound, but he stayed behind, floating near the reeds. I watched him day after day. He swam. He