Hi, I'm Angela.

Ever since I was a little girl, there has been a quiet feeling inside me telling me that I am meant for something more.

At four years old, I told my mother I was going to Harvard to become a lawyer.

At the time, one parent had finished high school, and the other had dropped out. We lived on powdered milk, government cheese, and drove a car you had to push to start. College, let alone Ivy League, wasn't exactly part of my world.

Still, something in me believed a bigger life was waiting.

Over the years, I pushed that feeling aside and did what many people do. I built a career, raised my children, paid the bills, and met expectations.

From the outside, everything looked fine.

But beneath the surface was a question I couldn't shake: Is this it?

I was grateful for my life, yet still longed for something more. It took me years to realize that those two things can coexist.

At 46, while working full-time in legal operations, I finally stopped talking about writing a novel and started writing one.

The timing wasn't ideal. I was balancing a demanding career, a long commute, and the ordinary, everyday responsibilities of adulthood. Most days, I wrote in the margins of my life—early mornings, late evenings, and stolen hours in between.

But I wrote it anyway.

That experience changed me. I've learned that meaningful goals rarely arrive with perfect timing. They begin when we decide they're worth pursuing despite all the obstacles.

My debut novel, The Cost of Carefree, grew out of that belief. It's a story about consequences, resilience, and the courage to begin again.

And if you’re standing at the edge of your own next chapter, wondering whether it’s too late or whether you’re being unrealistic or, heck, maybe even selfish, for wanting something more, you’re in the right place. 

I’m glad you’re here.