Once Upon a Time, There Were Some Sleeping Democrats

– Posted in: Children's Books, Mouths of Babes, Sappy Tammy, Worst Mom Randomness, Writing
Obama Kids

So I'm coming down from watching the first night of the Democratic National Convention. Newt (the 9-year-old) and I should definitely get an invite in 2016 because we can yell like nobody's business. We get that from my mother -- you should've heard her during football games... Just a few weeks ago, my husband, Tenzin, [...]

The Sappy Doesn’t Fall Far from the Tree (Crying it Out Before the Boy’s Ninth Birthday)

– Posted in: Growing Up, Newt, Parenting, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy

Tonight it dawned on me that Newt, my "little guy," is going to be 9-years-old in less than a week.Newt was lying on his bed and doing the usual -- drawing comics -- when I had this realization, announced it with a dramatic, "Oh my gosh!" and then proceeded to feign tears into the sweatshirt [...]

Be Like Water. . . And Just Grow Up Already

– Posted in: Getting Older, Growing Up, Grown-up Friends, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy, Time

Lately I've been thinking about how much I've changed over the last twenty years. For whatever reason, little reminders keep popping up to challenge my illusion that I'm still basically the same person. I don't think anyone likes to look back to their 20's and remember that very strong feeling of believing they'd never turn [...]

SOC Sunday — What I Remember

– Posted in: Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy, Writing

I am a tweaker.I go over things, I edit, I rewrite. It's probably why I don't write enough and drive myself crazy. But today, thanks to The Walmart Gourmet who turned me on to all.things.fadra, I'm doing "Stream of Consciousness Sunday." Write for five minutes, don't edit, hit publish.So here are my thoughts today, September [...]

One More Best Day

– Posted in: Cancer Sucks, Chronic Pain, Crazy Tammy, Grief, Grown-up Friends, Mom dying, Personal Insanity, Sappy Tammy

So for the past two days, you could say I've been a bit weepy.Okay, that's actually not even close to accurate. "Weepy" implies some moments of tearing up. Maybe there's a tissue involved, but usually you can get away with a finger wipe. What I'm experiencing is more. . . sobbing. Yes, hysterical sobbing. That's [...]