21 Again!

It’s my second twenty-first birthday. I’m a whole lifetime away from the girl who sat drinking woowoos at the Chili‘s in Manassas the first time around. Four years later I would be exhausted from my sin-soaked lifestyle and I’d move to Richmond to pursue a God-centered life. Surprisingly, I discovered Christian Angela was still a…

The Upswing

I’d like to introduce you to the outfit that’s had a leading role around these parts the past week or so: Pink Leopard Print Pajamas. Can be worn with thermals underneath or as a a stand-alone fashion statement. If you’re going to be quarantined at home with stupid Omicron, you might as well look good….

This Bugs Me.

Crickets. The sound you (don’t) hear when you voice a thought and people are too polite to tell you they think you’re an idiot. Not that that’s ever happened to me. Friends. When we lose the ability to have respectful discourse on matters where we disagree, we lose authentic relationship. Either I’m holding back my…

2021 in Review

I’ve been trying to think of some deep, meaningful words to summarize the past year. The only thing I can come up with is “holding”. It hasn’t been a particularly good year. It hasn’t been terrible either. It’s just been medium. I know. Read the room, Angela. I suppose the absence of tragedy is something…

It’s a Wonderful Life (or it can be!)

I just watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” for the first time last night. I know, I know. I think the opening scene with blinking stars talking to each other put me off enough to change the channel in the past, but they were talking about how…wonderful…it was on my favorite podcast so I decided to…

Merry Christmas, Jerks!

We are quick to put others in boxes these days. We’ve all been guilty of it. We’ve been judged and been found wanting. We’ve judged others just as mercilessly and decided they aren’t worth our energy anymore. You’ve been a jerk to people this past couple years. Unless your crowd is thoroughly tight-lipped with their…

Self-what?

I am beating myself up this morning because I caved and got a strawberry milkshake at Chick-Fila last night. That little voice is saying, kind of loudly, “Who are you to write about self-control?” Shut it, Devil. We are all works in progress. Just because we have not mastered something does not mean we haven’t…

Life and Laundry in Glen Allen

Something I have been terrified of for most of my adult life has become a reality. I’m married and parenting in the suburbs. Please send help. I grew up in the suburbs of Northern Virginia, and I hated it. Everyone seemed to live life on repeat: work, school, homework, tv, wash the cars, mow the…

Walking the Walk

This morning I texted my friend Debbie from the school parking lot after dropping off the little one. She was free, so I drove the short distance to her house and we did what we often do: walked and talked. We have a few differences, Debbie and I. Her children are grown, and she lived…

Going, Going, …

Do you ever wonder how you’re going to die? I don’t. Not really. I assume it won’t be in an accident or a dramatic illness, but that’s only because I don’t have a diagnosis and I can’t see the tractor trailer from my leather recliner. It’s going to happen, though. We do what we can,…