angiehall
Craving Silence
The sound of silence. I crave it. I need it. I miss it. There is growth and purity in silence. As a busy mom,...
Fitting Into My “Big Girl Pants”
At 41, I am finally starting to fit into my big girl pants! Those darn pants have either been too big, awkwardly short, too...
A Letter to My Son’s Birthmom
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...
The Day I Said Yes to Therapy
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...
Lake Life Without My Dad and Signs He is With Me
The lake is my happy place. I have so many memories growing up that I hold dear. The lake will always be waiting for...
Why Multi Level Marketing & Motherhood Don’t Mix for Me
Can you relate? If you are a mom, or a human with social media accounts, you are exposed to friends selling a variety of...
The Day I Said Yes to the Medication
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...
The Control Freak in Me-Learning to Live Without a Plan
If you are like me, you had vivid dreams of what your perfect family would look like in your younger years. Handsome husband, teaching...
Meeting My Biological Mother-A Risk Worth Taking
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...
Adoption-The Gift of Grace
I am adopted. We adopted our son, Graham, seven years ago. The idea of Graham growing up without a sibling created a little knot...
Blessings in Breast Cancer
I’ve never been a fan of the color pink. One year ago, my phone rang, and I instantly felt numb from head to toe....