“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. […]
Author: The Tall Mom
When You Know Better, Do Better: My Halloween Secret that Still Haunts
It’s 3:39 am on Thursday, November 1st. I cannot sleep. I am haunted. While scrolling through my social media feed earlier tonight, ooh-ing and awe-ing at all the costumed cuteness of my friends’ children, a […]
Apply Filter: ACTUAL Real Life
The pendulum of my love-hate relationship with social media has been swinging toward the hate side lately. I’ve come to the conclusion we need a new platform. LifeGram? RealBook? I don’t know. But I do […]
Mom Guilt Should Never Ride Shotgun
No one told me it would be this hard. Okay…that’s total bullshit. I think my mom definitely told me it would be this hard. I just didn’t believe her. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have […]
Because the World Loves a Highlight Reel
“Shanann Watts’ Facebook page painted a portrait of a happy married life.” This was the opening sentence of a TIME article discussing the recent tragedy of the death of a young mother and her two small […]
Donating Clothes…and Ideas
They said things like… You will LOVE it! The message is so powerful. It’s a game changer. Less than a handful of pages in, I thought things like… This is cringe worthy. I’m having trouble […]
Time to Renew Your Subscription
There it was. The email reminder that I needed to renew my subscription to WordPress if I wanted to keep my blog alive. I tried to imagine allowing The Tall Mom blog to be buried […]
Merry Christmas to Me & Team Weak
I had grand intentions of exiting 2017 with weekly blog posts all through the insanity that is the month of December. Just as it dawned I’d not posted since November, and guilt began to creep […]
Dear Person in Recovery: A Love Letter
Dear Person in Recovery, I do not understand. I promise to try. The tears I’ve cried for you can not be measured. I know you have cried more. The pain I’ve felt because of your […]
Dear Coaches: A Love Letter
Dear Coaches, Looking back, I can’t remember a time in my life without you. I remember. Me, a scrawny girl of five, struggling to lift a saddle atop a grumpy pony’s withers. You, waiting for […]
