Today’s guest-blogger is Angels on Earth staff editor Meg Belviso.

Sometimes working in an office all day can make me a little stir-crazy. When it does, I usually hop on the computer and find a good song to lift my spirits. It’s a nice reminder of what angels are all about. No matter how hard they work, they always have time for a song.

I’ve been fighting a sore throat and on-again, off-again laryngitis for weeks now. It’s apparently viral, so antibiotics won’t help. That job is left to hot tea with honey during daytime and throat lozenges that I pop in my mouth when the discomfort of swallowing wakes me up in the middle of the night.

We're still getting thank-you emails from the workshoppers who were invited to our full-day session in Rye, New York, this past weekend.

This weekend will find me in Rye, New York, with a dozen of our most industrious Guideposts workshoppers. They are contributors who live all over the U.S. and help us find great stories from great people back in their own hometowns.

Some of these workshoppers I’ve known for more than 20 years, ever since I attended my first Guideposts Writers Workshop, when I was just starting out as an editorial assistant. Now that’s going way back!

Today’s guest-blogger is Angels on Earth associate editor Tanya Richardson.

Everyone has dreams, and once in a while we get the courage to dream really, really big. Like changing careers. Starting a family. Buying our first home. Going back to school. Falling in love.

I’m surprised my mother didn't tell me sooner about what people are seeing on a column in the chapel at St. Ursuline Academy in Uptown New Orleans: a shadowy likeness of Jesus wearing the crown of thorns.

Mama is a graduate of St. Ursuline, has a special love for the Ursuline nuns, and keeps up deep friendships with many of her classmates to this day.

I heard a pretty amazing animal angel story at the gym the other day. A white cat named Sugar fell out the open window of her owner’s apartment on the 19th floor—and survived! Without any serious injuries! Just some minor bruising to the cat’s lungs.

My daughter Evie has been taking kids' yoga after school once a week for a while now. I took her to her first Thursday class so I could check the place out and meet the teachers and people who work at our community center.

Afte that, I left it to the babysitter to drop Evie off and pick her up. The yoga studio is in tight quarters and the kids get distracted if grownups stand around gawking, so I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything. Besides, I do have to work for a living!

Today’s guest-blogger is Angels on Earth editorial assistant Kelly P. Gallagher.

Driving is simply not for me. I failed my first road test, I have terrible luck with cars, and to top it off, I get anxious at the very suggestion of using a highway. I have even kept myself awake at night worrying about the safety of my friends and family.

This morning I walked in to a bunch of New York Times newspaper clippings scattered across my desk, each one from a different coworker, every one the same story—about an angel with a cellphone.

It seems a Dutch sculptor won a 1997 competition to create new statues for the ancient St. John the Evangelist Cathedral in the Netherlands. Ton Mooy, the sculptor, made 40 statues, 14 of them angels, one of them highly unconventional.