|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on July 19, 2014 at 10:20 AM||comments (0)|
“Your baby, your problem.” I was a twenty something, semi professional, career gal, attempting to sooth not so malleable progeny number two when those words burrowed their way into my long term memory. Spoken by someone who I truly believed should have rescued me in my moment of parental failure, that friendly fire fueled my ire. There I was, embattled warrior princess, my knight off killing dragons, the heir apparent stricken by childhood malaise and the spare would not cease h...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on July 18, 2014 at 10:25 AM||comments (0)|
So I’m sitting here sucking down a boxed pot pie and extracting missed bits of potting soil from my talons. It’s not even 8:00 am yet and already I’ve showered, made coffee, done a sink full of dishes and attempted to rescue some sad flowers from my front yard. In my domain, much like the rest of life it’s either flood or scorch and most things can’t survive the wild pendulum swings. Those that do are usually toxic, prickly and invasive.
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|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on June 20, 2014 at 10:10 AM||comments (0)|
The cool thing about blogging these days is that so few people actually read, I can pretty much say anything I please. Toss in two or three consecutive blogs where I mention the words “church” “Christian” and “Jesus” in close proximity and Viola! Reader Hanta Virus. They seize up and disappear in droves. Which leaves me with one or two who are too bored or feel too much pity for me to abandon ship. This blog therefore is for you.
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|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on June 18, 2014 at 9:55 AM||comments (0)|
“Ron’s not really your Dad,” Mom said it flatly, like she’d asked me to pass the salt at the dinner table. “Only reason I married Ron was to get out of Howard City. You remember George, he’s your real dad. ” - (Where Wings Come from - TL Boehm)
I’ve been turning those words in the soft soil of my heart for over twenty years. That simple statement that erased half of my known identi...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on June 17, 2014 at 9:55 AM||comments (0)|
Perhaps it’s self-induced sleep deprivation, or roundy round responsibilities boredom, or maybe it’s simply that the chili was so much more exciting “in theory” and the gelatinous red reality in my lunch bowl puts my dendrites in “anywhere but here” mode, but whatever the reason, I’m off on a tangent today.
Three hours of sleep kills filters and linear thought and it will be a struggle to keep this little lamentation going for...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on June 10, 2014 at 9:55 AM||comments (0)|
Recently, someone I allow to speak into my life told me I had impressive coping skills. I believe it was supposed to be a complement and since those are few and far between for a battle axe wielding force of nature like me, I took it as such…for a moment.
Last night however, as those damnable chili dogs vied for space in my gut; I fought that disturbing wave of life on planet earth induced, sweaty browed, palpitating, vertigo laced anxiety and I considered the r...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on April 7, 2014 at 9:50 AM||comments (0)|
It’s late in the day and I am sure some diminutive gremlin is creating the incessant pounding I feel behind my eye, or perhaps it is the residual throb of too much tax forms and not enough sound sleep. Whatever the cause, I am considering banging my head against the nearest hard surface until I’m senseless. It won’t take but a few good thumps to git ‘er done.
For those of you who might have stumbled upon my rant a couple of days ago, be assured...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on April 5, 2014 at 9:50 AM||comments (0)|
My name is Tammy and I am a victim. When I was little my parents abused me. I need glasses in school and didn’t get them until I was a teenager because my parents were mean and selfish. As a result, I never learned to play sports so I was teased and bullied by my peers. There wasn’t money for me to go to college so I had to pay my own way which was really hard and I had to work at jobs that were terrible because I am female and I didn’t get paid as much as men who were doing...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on March 24, 2014 at 6:10 PM||comments (0)|
Posted 7 Months Ago
The day is dissolving into that gun metal colored expanse of high desert sky that tugs at the ghost of my teenage heart, creating that ache of hope crashing against the vast expanse of hopelessness. It’s like a stranding in the horse latitudes waiting for winds that never come to give me lift, to move me forward.
Truth is, my feet are cramped from sitting on this same perch for so long, if my cage were opened...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on February 24, 2014 at 5:10 PM||comments (0)|
Love and War
Posted 7 Months Ago
Suffice it to say, if you know me you may be aware of my default “angst” setting regarding all things romantic, cuddly and potentially pink. Valentine’s Day therefore is right up there in my book with having my teeth scaled or getting a mammogram (Hey –I’m over 40. Humiliation happens) Yup, Tam’s a hater from way back. While other girls were getting silly little rosebuds with ribbons and...Read Full Post »