I swear. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is try to be a good parent. There’s no book and I probably wouldn’t have read it if there was. I began with great ideals and have flexed into a more adaptive role realizing that kids and situations vary and that some of my ideals would have likely put them on a therapist’s couch for years to come. I pray a lot.
Sixteen Year-old Decision
Posted by Tammy on July 17, 2012
http://agrigirl.com/2012/07/17/raising-boy/
I won’t say that I’m doing all ten of these this year. In fact, I’m not. But given that I have a 15 year old, it does mean that I’ve assembled a relatively fruitful portfolio of things that we’ve done during the holidays. I hope one or more of them will stimulate a fun idea for you.
flickr.com/photos/powi/2081228827/lightbox/
Posted by Tammy on December 11, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/12/11/tammys-top-ten-t3-report-holiday-ideas/
“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.” The quote from Woody Allen describes the condition that triggers the release of endorphins, our natural feel-good chemicals that promote a sense of well-being and have also been shown to relieve pain. It also triggers the release of milk from one’s nostrils but never mind.
flickr.cc.2.0/photos/chrishuggins
Posted by Tammy on August 4, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/08/04/laughter/
Okay, I was sold a bill of goods. I was told that there was a wide rolly trail from Sunriver, OR to Bend. I saw it as a great opportunity to rent a bike, spend time in a gorgeous outdoor setting with my husband and exercise my wide rolly body.
Oregon Trail Rash
Posted by Tammy on July 7, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/07/07/lessons-from-mountain-biking/
My friend confided in me that her husband will never leave her for another woman. Rather, she might lose him to a good Osso Bucco. I’m certain that you’ve heard the old adage, that the stomach is the pathway to a man’s heart but over the last few years there is growing evidence that the true path to the heart is through one’s teeth.
Showing the Pearly Whites
Posted by Tammy on June 27, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/06/27/dental-health-promotes-heart-health/
It’s Father’s Day and as usual, I’m terrible about these events. I was traveling this week and although there’s a card in my office, I didn’t time it right – which is why it’s still sitting in my office. Clearly put, gifting is not my love language. In fact, when I took the Chapman survey, it’s my lowest value. But put differently, when I think about lessons as gifts, I suddenly become much more appreciative and find that I’m very willing to pass them along.
My Dad and My Grandma and the Bluebonnets of Texas
Posted by Tammy on June 19, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/06/19/tammys-top-ten-the-t3-report-lessons-from-my-dad/
It’s a good thing that seats are preassigned on United Airlines. If they weren’t, I might’ve arm-wrestled to keep the seat next to me open on the red-eye flight from Lima, Péru to Houston, TX. I had visions of stretching out across that empty seat in order to rest and relax and contemplate the magnificent journey that I’d just taken.
Machu Picchu in the Early Morning
Posted by Tammy on June 2, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/06/02/agrigirl-meets-agri-ecologist/
Salt is the new black. But then black salt might refer to sea salt that is mixed with activated charcoal or to Kala Namak, the deep purple salt from India with an odor telling of its sulfur content. Whether it’s pink salt from the Himalayas or matcha green tea salt, recently I’ve seen a number of recipes that call for a specific salt pedigree.
Peruvian Salt in the Sacred Valley Ogwen.flickr.cc.2.0
Posted by Tammy on May 11, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/05/11/salt-of-the-earth/
The interaction was nearly silent. My son was hunched over the carrying case to his laptop. I could see his hand plunging deeply in each pocket. With mother’s intuition I knew instantly that he was searching for the mouse. He grimaced and the pace picked up. He was frantically moving his fingers from corner to corner of his bag. Silently and without notice I thought, “please let him find his mouse.”
If You Teach a Boy to Fish
Posted by Tammy on April 26, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/04/26/answers-to-prayers/
Yellow, blue, green, stinky, and with holes – while that might sound like a description of my teenager’s sock drawer, it’s much better suited to one of my greatest food weaknesses – cheese. I can honestly say that I’ve not encountered a variety that I don’t love. Eaten alone, on crackers or with fruit, cheese is something that always satisfies.
flickr.com/cc2.0/photos/ladymissmarquis
Posted by Tammy on April 16, 2011
http://agrigirl.com/2011/04/16/eating-localcheese/
A wife, a mom, an executive, a certified leadership coach and a breast cancer survivor. I love food and I love to write and I'm often fascinated with the life lessons that come from my kitchen. Participating in Community Supported Agriculture is one way that I work towards creating healthier communities.
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