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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...

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...
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