I’m firmly committed to my belief in the essential importance of life-long learning. Those who stop learning, in my opinion, stop participating in life by the simple nature of stagnation. I think I’ve realized I’m also committed to the life-long pursuit of attempting.
Oh, hey. It’s me. Been awhile. Life has changed some for me, and I find myself pulled back to the blinking cursor of my blog. Maybe blogging is archaic in the age of TikTok and Instagram TV. I’ve decided I’m okay with being outdated. Writing is cathartic and a way for me to process my world. Sharing my writing is both of those things, as well
That time again; when WordPress asks me if I’d like to renew The Tall Mom webpage. And I hesitated… just like I have every year for the last five years or so. I’ve not been […]
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 […]
“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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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