copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Physics of Angels
“Mommy, how does the plane fly?”
“Sweetie, remember that word ‘migraine’ I taught you—”
“But how?”
“Angels. Angels keep it up.”
“But how does it go down?”
“Well, when they want to go down, the pilots start swearing a lot and it makes the angels drop us . . . slowly.”
“But you said a bad word before when you spilled your coffee and it didn’t go down then.”
“Oh that? That kind of word isn’t going to do anything. The pilots have to say really terrible, sinful words.”
“Like what?”
“Are you kidding? If I told you, you’d crash the plane.”
The Green-Walled Tower 