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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...

Fitting Into My “Big Girl Pants”

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At 41, I am finally starting to fit into my big girl pants! Those darn pants have either been too big, awkwardly short, too tight, button breaking small, and even torn in all the...

A Letter to My Son’s Birthmom

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Dear Birth Mom, Where do I begin? You are the bravest woman I will ever have the honor of knowing, no doubt. When I think of strength, compassion, selfless love, and bravery...I will always think of...

The Day I Said Yes to Therapy

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Mamas, we have all been there.  Maybe you are in this space at this very moment. You feel the weight of life pressing on your shoulders? Your positive energy is actually anxiety? You exhaust yourself not...

Lake Life Without My Dad and Signs He is With Me

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The lake is my happy place. I have so many memories growing up that I hold dear.  The lake will always be waiting for me, but it will never be the same. My dad...

Why Multi Level Marketing & Motherhood Don’t Mix for Me

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Can you relate?  If you are a mom, or a human with social media accounts, you are exposed to friends selling a variety of fitness products, health/beauty, clothing, accessories, etc. The sense of urgency...

The Day I Said Yes to the Medication

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Any of this sound familiar? You can’t sleep because you worry someone is upset with you. Your cell phone rings and your mind naturally fears the worst. You wonder why you weren’t invited to...

The Control Freak in Me-Learning to Live Without a Plan

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If you are like me, you had vivid dreams of what your perfect family would look like in your younger years. Handsome husband, teaching job of my choice, and the magic of pregnancy. No...

Meeting My Biological Mother-A Risk Worth Taking

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I never want to live a life of regret.  My son Graham was adopted as an infant when I was thirty-three.  As soon as Graham’s birth mother gently placed Graham in my arms, I...
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