Amanda P. Westmont has a co-dependent relationship with her Kindle and a blog named after her breast milk. She lives in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon with a deaf rat terrier named Harry, two delectable children and a collection of vinyl motorcycle jackets. She co-authors a religion blog called yearofsundays.com with her cute, bald boyfriend who likes to keep her up all night and then clean her kitchen the next morning. For everything you ever wanted to know about Amanda (and plenty you didn't), visit her website at http://www.mandajuice.com.
I know I’m way behind on my posts and fully intend to catch up here soon, but I felt like getting something up today. Why not beg’in with Beaverton Baha’i? On paper, Baha’i is not only quite the challenge to […]
“Mom, who is your boss?” “Uh,” I stop to think about it for a minute. “I’m my own boss.” “No, you’re not,” she insists, shaking her head and pointing at the ceiling. “Your boss is up THERE.” “You mean GOD […]
Amanda here, just checking in to let everyone know Joel and I haven’t disappeared! We’re still going to church (see photographic evidence above)! It’s just been an incredibly busy summer – I’m in school and Joel just opened a new […]
Our first trip to the World Buddhist Preaching Association took place at noon on a Tuesday. Joel and I had just finished a gut-wrenching therapy session together, the kind that leaves you feeling exhausted, hungry, vulnerable and more in love […]
By Amanda P. Westmont Two weeks ago, I had one of the worst days I can ever remember having. I’d spent the afternoon up to my eyeballs in pure, unabashed ugliness. I honestly thought it couldn’t get any worse, but […]
I’m not sure I’ve admitted it on this blog before, but I happen to be a registered Republican. Wait! Where are you going?! Stay! I’m a NICE Republican, I swear. I’m pro gay marriage! I’m against don’t ask, don’t tell! […]
A friend posted the following video to my Facebook page and I just had to share it here. Remind you of anything?
By Amanda P. Westmont Walking through the front doors of City Bible Church is much like wading through the crowd into a rock concert. You can practically see the energy sparking in the air like a hormone meringue pie whipped […]
Joel and I hate to admit this, but we’ve have had one hell of a week. And City Bible Church was one hell of a church. We don’t want to rush our reviews because we both feel they might be […]
By Amanda P. Westmont Sunday morning came much earlier than usual this weekend. Drunk on the generosity of a friend who gifted us her just-about-to-expire hotel groupon, Joel and I had stayed up way too late on Saturday night for […]