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…

Christians and Margaritas

I love a good drink. Bahama Mamas, French Martinis, Bourbon and Coconut Water (try it!), ice cold Bold Rock cider, Aldi’s finest Pinot Grigio (2.89. Seriously.), Sangria, Vodka Lemonade..you get the idea. I enjoy relaxing with a glass of something delicious, either with friends or by myself. “But Angela,” you ask, ” Aren’t you a…

While You Were Studying

I’m not sure how I didn’t end up pregnant in high school. I wasn’t the nice Christian girl who prayed around the flagpole. I was the girl who skipped school and wasn’t very particular about who she slept with.  It was exciting to me and I felt grown up and desirable. My relationships lasted for…