In my grandmother’s kitchen there was a gadget for everything. Can’t retrieve the pickle from the bottom of the jar? Use the pickle poker. From lemon squeezers to cherry pitters to olive forks and corn handles, there was a specific use for everything and the appropriate sized baking dish to accompany it.
Posted by Tammy on June 26, 2016
Do you think of the arrival of spring as an inhale or an exhale?
Posted by Tammy on March 20, 2016
“Eat in the car.” That was the clever tip from my 13 yo when I told him that I was doing a series on breakfast hacks. In fact, while not a recommended practice, my son eats on the way to school many days.
Posted by Tammy on March 6, 2016
There’s a new term popping up in the world. It’s playborhood and you don’t have to contemplate it long to understand it’s roots. The notion is that by creating walkable urban spaces, people stay healthier. They interact with each other more often. They move. Perhaps, they are even inclined towards greater civic engagement. And yes, they are playful. Read the full post »
Posted by Tammy on February 14, 2016
We’re humming along. Homework done – check. Soccer gear cleaned and packed up – check. Work reading folder – check. Lunches or lunch money – check. Ballet bag packed – check. Gas in the car – check. And we’re off, except that while the car’s tank is fueled, ours might not be.
Posted by Tammy on January 24, 2016
“When a thing beckons you to explore it without telling you why or how,
this is not a red herring; it’s a map.”
― Gina Greenlee,
Posted by Tammy on January 18, 2016
I was talking with my friend, Tony Smith the other day. “I’m maxed out,” I said. He snorted a deep chest guffaw and said, “I suggest that maxed out is your preferred operating style.” Truth be told, he’s right but as I delve into a PhD program, I need plenty of tricks and tips in order to at least pretend to keep the balance.
Posted by Tammy on August 30, 2015
Posted by Tammy on July 12, 2015
“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops … And summer is gone.” – A. BARTLETT GIAMATTI
Posted by Tammy on June 7, 2015