Thanksgiving. Early morning. A pervasive inebriation persists. Last night I may have celebrated too hard but it’s equal to the work I do; it’s so very hard to question beautiful angels like Barbara Desiree Kovach and get the answers needed to tell a very human story. Outward beauty recognized, I hope nothing more than to uncover whatever beauty may lie inward. “Confidence,” my angel of the moment suggests about beauty. “If you think you’re beautiful and can carry yourself with poise,” she says, “you are beautiful. I mean everyone has something beautiful about them.”

Some say I have a gift for articulation, some say the gift of insight, with a very dear friend and past love once telling me my gift was the ability to see the best in any situation. Funny how all these gifts were noticed by women. I am on a search for my ‘Hidden Treasure’, a trait not readily apparent or is outwardly a surprise. “Hmmm,” our newest angel says pondering her own hidden treasure. “Well I sometimes have the sense of humor of a man… embarrassing but true.” A laugh escapes as punctuation to her statement. In contrast some say I have a gift with women. Never knew why but I certainly would not be here, rare best male friends excluded, without the women in my life. The is no 'Heaven on Earth' for me without my angels. Bless them all.

“Right now I am just chilling in my cute little apartment watching CNN about the election,” our current angel says giving a screenshot of her current set of conditions. I picture the blonde, perched, feet up with cute socks, eyes fixed intently on the television screen. I decide to let her introduce herself. “Hi,” she says, “I am Laura Elisabeth Moro and I’m from Shreveport, La.” Her guilty pleasure is ‘red velvet cake’, the only thing I can see missing from this picture.

Many of us have fears, fears that we have to conquer or accept. Please excuse the somber tone of the words as they come together, expressing thoughts of mine and those of the angels I interview. My biggest fear is of not living up to my full potential; therefore I am unafraid trying things most wouldn’t. For our current angel, Olivia Nguyen, her biggest fear is of losing those that she loves most. “I’d be a wreck,” she says. I have been losing those closest to me for a very long time which acclimated me to the pain of burying a loved one so early that a fear never developed. Instead, a desire to live life to its fullest festered and fear has become nothing more than a precursor to action.

From a small town in western Massachusetts, we have Aubrey. “I have lived here all my life,” she mentions offhandedly. I sit in a public library, city, and state I will keep secret. Aubrey is with me, her essence the reason for these words. Aubrey loves traveling, as do I. A trip is always an adventure for me, however random or planned they may be. “By far the best thing about my city is that everything is only an hour or so away,” Aubrey talks more of the town in which she resides. “The best ski resorts, some awesome beaches, Vermont in the fall is amazing. There is always something right around the corner to be exploring and doing!”

She never leaves home without mascara, lip gloss, money, keys, and perfume. This, to me, signifies her concern with appearance, odor, and access.  The simple joy of being alive makes her a kindred spirit. “[You] never know when it’s your time to go so I live each to its fullest,” Cavel, the Trinidadian beauty living in Bowie, Maryland tells me. Passionate about raising her daughter, family and achieving success, the flip-side of dedication is a developing fear of failure. “Not being there for my daughter and not being successful for her,” are the biggest fears she knows, not surprising given where her passions lie.

She claims Morgantown, West Virginia, as her hometown. She does this mostly out of a sense of nostalgia. “I’ve lived there the longest and it has my heart,” Cara Parrish says. “I spent my youth jumping from tiny country town to tiny country town throughout West Virginia. I don’t live anywhere in particular right now. I lead a gypsy life.” Acting whenever possible, participating in various photo shoots, traveling and hosting events are pretty much all she does. “The best thing about the town I claim is that Morgantown is a completely unique place. It’s a college town but not in the way most places are college towns. Morgantown is completely consumed by its university and students which are predominantly from other states. Being a ‘townie’ makes you a rare commodity of sorts.”

With so much occupying our minds these days, a good conversation where both parties are truly heard is heaven on earth to me. For the many that bravely follow my narrative and these beautiful angels who create the context, our exchanges themselves are examples of good conversation. No judging though criticism is expected. What else would we expect from public discourse? Still, honest questions provoke honest answers and a dialogue is formed out of a need for self-expression. “Hearing about how other people express themselves through art in its various forms is very interesting to me,” says Christie Gabriel, a stunning and erudite model from the Chicago area; a perfect balance of beauty and brains. I think I’m in love.

Not all angels are created equal. Each is endowed with unique special gifts, which allow them to have a desired effect on a specific set of circumstances or person. From what I've gathered, Yelinice’s gift is of inclusion. Somehow her beauty is inviting as opposed to causing one to stop and stare, the usual corollary. Her energy is complementary, her willingness to accommodate, offering herself to probing so her admirers can learn about her makes her almost irresistible. “I’m down to earth and don’t have very many haters,” she says honestly. So it’s not just her amazing looks and that impossible figure that invites us in; it’s… her.

So… I apparently burned out another hard drive. My many interviews with beautiful angels and creative minds from around the world appear to have been too much for the electronic hardware. My fingers repeatedly contact letters and symbols imprinted on plastic squares, thousands of pictures cropped and enhanced with multiple programs simultaneously tending to various tasks.  I suppose carrying on in this manner for twelve to sixteen hours a day will put pressure on any CPU. But when it comes to these wonderful angels and all the heaven there is to be found on earth, my addiction, this mission is both a blessing and a curse; it demands so much and gives the same in reward.  Its girls like Johannie Valdes that prompt this extreme behavior.