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The Good Ole Days…I Miss You

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Just for one day. When my mind is calm, and my body is still, my brain releases vivid images. They are happy. Free. Not a care in the world. Please, just let me relive...

The 38 Year Old Secret

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Some pieces of a puzzle go together with ease. Some challenge you. Some make you want to quit. But in the end, the visual can take your breath away. Just what if there was...

My 30 Day Detox From Social Media

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Mamas, I am drained. Can you relate? Our world is in a place that is beyond comprehension. It frightens me. What will life be like for my children? My mind starts spinning. Finding myself...

Dear Body, One Day We Will Be Friends

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Eat a balanced diet. Exercise daily. Eat those fruits and veggies. So simple and yet I have always been determined to find a better way. Refusing to take information at face value. I am...

One Shot at a Time

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Sniffle, sneeze, sniffle, sneeze, sniffle... Repeat. The constant sound that at one point I began to tune out. Spring, summer, winter, fall. My sweet boy could not catch a break. His little eyes always...

Mamas, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

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Emotions and Gray Hairs Those pesky gray hairs. My daily reminder that I am growing. Older yes, but also more wise and reflective. My stylist covers them, yet they resurface way too quickly. Can you...

A Letter to My Daughter’s Birth Mom

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Dear Birth Mom,  I think of you every single day. We have a deep bond that is unexplainable to those who have not walked in our shoes. We are living proof of deep connection in...

Strengthening My “No” Muscle

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Living the COVID-19 Pandemic I was so tired. Running on empty. Craving inner peace and rest. Holding on and not letting go of things not made for me. I wrote this piece days before the COVID-19 pandemic hit...

Meet Me on the Porch – Finding Time for Us Again

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Love at first sight Life is funny.  At 22 years old, I began my first teaching job. I was a bit pouty because this job was not my first choice. Sure, I was grateful, but I had...

Dear Cancer

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Dear Cancer, Are you sitting down? Be kind, watch your tone, and listen, that's what my mama taught me. I'll do my best, yet no promises. Cancer, you came without any warning. Not a single sign that...

Meet our Indianapolis Moms: Angie Hall

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Hey mamas! I'm Angie. My truth is shared through my words the good, bad, and downright messy. Aren’t we all hanging by a thread?  I'm a 42-year-old mama of Graham (9 years) and Grace...

The Mama Masks We Wear

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I’ve never been a fan of masks. Sadly, I own many and wear them often.  Sometimes I put on my happy mask, my favorite! Why? That's easy, it keeps people at a safe distance....

Imperfect Me

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Mirror, mirror, what do you see? I see my biggest critic looking right square at me. I don’t like my body. Never have, and if I’m being raw, I’m not sure I will ever...

Craving Silence

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The sound of silence. I crave it. I need it. I miss it. There is growth and purity in silence. As a busy mom, teacher, wife, and personal growth seeker, silence has gone to...
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