I’ve been thinking about the word “quality”. If we buy quality clothing, it lasts longer. If we place an emphasis on the quality of what we put in our bodies, we will feel better and avoid disease. Investing in a quality car instead of agreeing to the first crappy Dodge Neon the guy at Carmax…
Author: Angela
Christian. Wife. Bonus mom.
Keep on Truckin’
Sometimes you’re on a back country road driving to Homemades by Suzanne. Rain is falling softly across the fields and the autumn-blaze trees and you’re talking to God and telling him you trust him but you really are struggling with stuff. Anxiety has not been a kind friend to you this year. And then you…
Who I’m voting for…
Uncomfortable. I’m not talking about my jeans, although if I don’t stop mainlining pepper-jack those are soon to follow. This year has been uncomfortable. Strange, foreign, and downright prickly. And please don’t be offended by the word “foreign”. We’re running out of descriptors, people. I just mean “unfamiliar”. Everything seems broken. And we disagree on…
These Days
Summer is almost over! Next week is Audrey’s first day of kindergarten! It doesn’t look as we had imagined, but we are grateful that she has the opportunity to attend school in person and, you know, actually be in a room with OTHER PEOPLE. It’s crazy that human interaction is out of the ordinary these…
Unplanned Blog Post
I stood outside an abortion clinic last Thursday and cried as couples went in and payed someone to kill their babies. A small group of us were there to pray and offer resources for crisis pregnancies, but no one changed their mind. My spirit was so heavy the rest of the day. My heart hurt…
Pick a Side
How do you fix five hundred years of oppression, murder, discrimination, fear, anger, distrust, and suffering? I know I’m not the only one asking this question. Our country is hurting. Our people are hurting. And, honestly, I don’t feel qualified to even be writing about this. I can feel sad, but I will never understand…
I’m Not Okay
I started crying while I was feeding the dogs this morning. Not because a bag of their special rice-free blend costs eighty dollars, but because I’m grieving and the overwhelming sadness came at me, unexpected and uninvited, as I scooped Annameat Encore into bowls. Rewind to March 26..it’s Thursday afternoon and I’m waiting anxiously for…
All I wanna do is Zooma Zoom Zoom Zoom
One day this will all be a strange memory. As I took my afternoon walk today (alone, obviously) I passed people working in their gardens, riding bikes, and sitting on their porches, just enjoying the sunshine. Simple pleasures. I thought of how I’ve been more patient with A in the mornings because we’re not rushing…
Going Viral
These are strange times. I’ve never been part of a plague before. It’s hard to remember what it feels like to just go places without worrying about who might be carrying a deadly virus. Or if there will be toilet paper. Really, doomsday preppers? You had to take ALL of the Charmin? We are blessed….
Trust me, I’ve been there
I’ve given my heart to some real winners. There was the alcoholic, the guy who stole my money and helped me look for it, and the one with anger issues who sent me an “I can’t stop eating” GIF because I didn’t want to date him anymore and had put on ten pounds that year….
Living Well 