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New Year, Same Me

Angela, December 31- Up a few pounds because, well, cheese. Wondering when things will finally come together because life hasn’t progressed by standards of the “American Dream”. Also, I live in an attic with my constipated cat and rang in … Continue reading

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40:40 Day 18

Things had gotten rough at home. The one roommate I had left broke our front window while I was in Portugal and said it was a break in, leaving the house an hour later with a gaping, jagged hole. My … Continue reading

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Uncle Angelo

I ate dinner in a gas station last night. They had good pizza and a surprising selection of craft beers. Bring it on. I’ve been living in the country for two weeks now, and it couldn’t be more different than … Continue reading

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Pack it up, Pack it in..

My house is not my house without me in it. As I put pictures, decor, books, and personal effects in boxes, the me-ness of the place fades away and ugly blank walls stare back at me.  I’m not sad to … Continue reading

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On the Move

Moving is FUN. Moving is JOYFUL. Moving is AN ADVENTURE. Did I mention I’m moving? I’ve been in Church Hill for five years now. I’ve loved it. I really have. However, the past year has been labeled “The One With … Continue reading

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Mom Jeans

I became a Christian in a traffic jam on 66 East. Well, lots of traffic jams, actually (reason #487 why I will *probably* never move back to Northern Virginia). My 98 Dodge Neon didn’t have a CD player, so I … Continue reading

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A New Chapter

I paced back and forth on my parents’ porch yesterday while they were at church.  I could have gone with them, but I’m not a Methodist and their pastor has a slight speech impediment so all I can think while … Continue reading

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Oh, the Feelings!

Aletheia. In Greek, it means truth. In half-Greek (aka me) it means so much more. This past weekend, I got the opportunity to visit an old friend who moved to Roanoke two years ago after her wedding. Julia and I … Continue reading

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