(A Holiday-Season Sermon on Wings, Broomsticks, and Sheer Audacity)
The sign sat there quietly. Unassuming. Decorative. Innocent even.
And then it spoke the truth no self-help book has ever had the nerve to say out loud:
“Women are angels.
And when someone breaks our wings,
We simply continue to fly…
On a broomstick.
We’re flexible like that.”
I stood there staring at it longer than socially acceptable, nodding like someone who had just been personally validated by a plank of wood.
A Short History of Broken Wings
Women, historically speaking, have had their wings snapped more times than a dollar-store lawn chair.
By life.
By love.
By systems.
By people who said “just be patient” while actively standing on the feathers.
And yet—somehow—we keep flying.
Not gracefully.
Not quietly.
But effectively.
Sometimes with mascara running.
Sometimes with receipts.
Sometimes with caffeine and spite.
Enter: The Broomstick Era
Let’s talk about the broomstick for a moment, because this is where the wisdom lives.
The broomstick is not a downgrade.
It’s a pivot.
It says:
- You took my wings? Cool. I adapted.
- You blocked the sky? Fine. I found another route.
- You underestimated me? Adorable.
This isn’t about magic.
It’s about problem-solving.
When flight plans are canceled, women invent transportation.
Why This Quote Hits So Hard
Because it captures the unspoken truth of womanhood:
We don’t stop when things break.
We rebuild with whatever is left.
Broken heart? Add humor.
Broken trust? Add boundaries.
Broken wings? Add a broomstick and keep it moving.
And then society has the nerve to call us intense.
A Holiday Observation 🎄
The holidays are when this sign becomes less inspirational and more autobiographical.
This is the season where women:
- Hold families together with duct tape and wine
- Turn chaos into traditions
- Smile politely while doing emotional labor like it’s cardio
Angels? Sure.
But angels with contingency plans.
The Real Moral of the Story
Flexibility isn’t weakness.
It’s survival with flair.
And if flying looks a little different these days—louder, sharper, broomstick-shaped—so be it.
We were never meant to break quietly.
Satire Disclaimer
This blog is satirical.
It is written for humor, empowerment, and the therapeutic joy of recognition.
No actual broomsticks are required for flight (though highly recommended for attitude).
Any resemblance to your life is intentional.
About the Author
A.L. Childers is a humorist, essayist, and cultural commentator known for blending wit with lived truth. She captures the resilience, sarcasm, and quiet rebellion of modern womanhood—one sharp observation at a time.
