I’m going to preface this piece by stating I am not a healthcare professional. I’m not a doctor or a counselor. I’m not a nutritionist. I’m not even a personal trainer anymore. What I am […]
Mrs. R: Kitchen Command Center
As promised, I’m letting Mrs. R take over and give us some great ideas. I hope you enjoy her contributions to The Tall Mom. Her ingenuity and spirit are going to bring some spark and […]
Wishes at The Copper Penny
I sat on a barstool and watched those gathered in the room melt into one another as if they’d always been meant to share the small basement bar room. Alcohol and deep sentiment are good conduits […]
Breaking the Rules: See You in February
I’m not one for breaking rules, just because. But if there is legit justification, well, then, by all means, break away. Which is exactly what I’ll be doing this month. January is for new commitment and […]
A Beautiful Life: New Year Resolutions
Ah, a new year. It seems when this event rolls around, there are two camps. The resolution makers and those staunchly against them. This year I find myself in a strange place. I have realized, […]
Welcome Mrs. R.: New Tall Mom Blog Contributor
Many TTM readers know that while I’m a writer by hobby and a busy momma of three, I do have a paying job, as well. For the last year, I’ve held the position of Events […]
Call Me Hypocrite
The feeling wasn’t a creeping, growing knowing. It was a kick to the solar plexus, concrete lump in the guts, kind of realization. I am a hypocrite. No rationalization or creative spin could change the […]
Celebrating Seeing Ione! 1-Year Bookiversary
One year ago today, Seeing Ione became available for purchase from major retailers like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks and more. It has sold more than 500 copies, which is 499 more than I expected. […]
The Look of Greatness
We all have our causes, our passions—issues that have carved out a place in each individual’s heart and mind as important. I have a friend whose cause is adoption, another who is a champion for […]
Dear Tired Momma: A Love Letter
Dear Tired Momma, I see you. I understand you. I am you. When this all began, we thought of it as a waiting game… When she sleeps through the night. When he is a little […]
