I’ve learned writing is cathartic for me. It’s a way in which I can connect with others and get to know myself. I process much of my own experience between the lines of my blog […]
Author: The Tall Mom
I Don’t Know & You Don’t Know
You can’t see inside a painting. As you are not the artist—I am not the artist. And, we, neither of us, are the subject. We are on the outside. You see what has been constructed—you […]
News
“Let’s watch the news,” my first grader said. “It’s important to know what’s going on all around the world,” he added. We lasted less than five minutes. The first three stories included a piece on […]
Building a House “For Me”
I often joke about the misfortunes of “getting old,” but honestly… it’s much more good than bad for me. One of the markers of aging for me has been the realization my personal worldview… sucked. For […]
Gifts That Never Expire
Sometimes words spew out of my mouth and I immediately wish life had an EDIT and DELETE button. Sometimes… rarely… but sometimes, words fall out and I’m somewhat astonished at my own insight. “There is […]
Give Them Credit
“I’m sure she’ll make the team.” “That is a given. Look at her mom!” “It’s a sure thing. She’s just like you.” I heard every variation of these sentiments in the months leading up to […]
Family Traits: A Book Review of Section 130 by Katrinka Mannelly
Oh, hey there. It’s me! Remember me? Opinionated, unusually tall, pension for sharing things on the internet… yeah, now you remember. So it’s been a hot minute since I was seated here, writing. It would […]
No Such Thing as an Easy Life
It’s been a minute since I’ve found myself in this space—the blog space, that is. I joined a new group at the beginning of the year. While the organization was born from the marriage of […]
Resolution Success: Every Book I Read in 2018
I’m a committed resolution setter. Heavy eye rollers out there are staring HARD at the back of their eye sockets with my mere suggestion of setting New Year resolutions. It’s cliche, the whole, new year/new me thing. I […]
The Worst Moms Ever
“You’re the worst mom ever. I hate you.” Awe. That statement. It would be comforting if it weren’t an admonishment, as I’ve heard it so much lately. Most often it’s made claim in the mornings. […]
