Hmmm…where to start…
First, the basics. My name is Angie. I’m turning 40 this year and I’m OK with it – it’s just a number. Honestly, I LOVE my birthday – it’s “all about me day!” I’ve been married to my best friend, Mike, for over 15 years and we have two children – Chelsea is 13 and Noah is 10. As an only child, I sometimes feel woefully inadequate as a parent of siblings. I just don’t get their interpersonal relationship issues. Thankfully, my husband WAS the younger brother to the older sister, so he can take up the slack for me in this parenting area. I help with homework, he referees. It works for us.
We live in the suburbs, have two dogs – Maya and Max, own an SUV and a mini-van, and both work full-time. Just livin’ the American dream, as they say.
By nature, I think I am generally kind in my everyday life. I do hold doors for other people, I say “Thank You”, I return the sentiment when someone manages to say “Have a Nice Day”, I’m a better-than-average tipper (I’ve had a couple of serving jobs in my life, so I understand what servers have to go through), I slow down to make room for the car who is wanting to merge into my lane, and I LOVE to make food to give to people. But I think I can do more. I never know how (or if) these small things affect the recipients – all I can do is hope that I made a difference to that person in that moment. Sometimes I get a gracious response and sometimes I don’t (especially from the drivers in front of me – is it really that hard to wave into your back window when someone very OBVIOUSLY lets you merge into traffic?!? Really?!?), but it’s not about collecting “Thank You’s” – it’s about the feeling I get knowing that I did a good thing for someone else.





