I am not a Vlogger. I get self-conscious about how many chins will show up on camera and about halfway through the videos I’ve done in the past, I end up speaking with a syrupy Southern drawl. Apparently when I get nervous, I channel Paula Deen. It’s bad. Sometimes you just have to stick with…
Author: Angela
Christian. Wife. Bonus mom.
Knotty
I’m a knotty girl. I mean it. I get a massage once a month out of necessity and it. is. not. relaxing. I never know how many knots and sore muscles I have until I visit what I semi-affectionately call “Candy’s House of Pain”. As I lay there being tortured for what seems like eternity,…
Last Line Of Defense
When I worked in the restaurant biz we had a saying: “The last line of defense.” Basically this meant we were the last ones to see a customer’s (you can’t make me say “guest” anymore) plate before it went to the table. We were the only one standing between a great experience and a horrible…
Sorry Not Sorry
Do you know what I’m over? Listening to people say conservatives are bad people. If it makes you mad that conservatives don’t agree with killing children in the womb, allowing impressionable and developing youth to irreversibly alter their bodies, teaching our kids they’re all racist and probably born in the wrong body, and mandating that…
Fear Factor: 2021 Edition
If you want to find things to be fearful of these days, you don’t have to look very far. As one friend put on Facebook, gas prices were the scariest part of Halloween this year! The world is nuts, everything is on fire, and our clothes are too tight. Just me? But seriously, it is…
Come What May
Maybe it’s the fresh air from the open window and the bright beauty of hot pink roses spilling over the neighbor’s fence. Maybe it’s the sunlight dappling the yellow and red and brown and green of fall leaves. Maybe it’s the perfect cup of coffee and the coziness of the throw blanket I’m snuggled under….
The In-Crowd
Do you know what’s fun? Waking up at 6 am on a Sunday for no good reason. Yesterday morning at Oh Dark Thirty I slipped out from under the covers and made my way downstairs. Coffee in hand, snuggled under a down comforter on the couch, I read some in Ezekiel and then found my…
Just Thinking Here
2021. The year I’m officially outed as a conspiracy theorist. Or a reality theorist. But whatever. I haven’t come to my conclusions quickly or easily. Who wants to be on the opposite side of “doing their part”? Not me! Contrary to one kind woman’s opinion, I do have a heart and I don’t want to…
People
Do you ever wonder how a coliseum full of Roman citizens could make a fun day of watching enslaved people fight to the death? How they could happily cheer on a hungry pack of lions as they ripped Christians limb from limb with no sense of shock or horror? Innocent men, women, and children torn…
Life on the Other Side of Abuse
Ben and I watched a limited series on Netflix last weekend. Maid chronicles the true story of a woman (Alex) in an abusive relationship who struggles to make a life for herself and her daughter apart from her abuser. It is thrilling when she gets away and finds a safe place. It’s heartbreaking to see…
Living Well 