The Real Tami Show

My Mother Named Me an Adjective (part I)

I was a Tami.  A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.

I was not always called Serene

I was not always called Serene, although it is my legal name. For the first five years of my life I was Tami. This is the name I first heard myself called; it is the name I first learned to write.

Ninety Years Ago Today My Father Was Born

Then turned on one toe, hopped off the huge wooden table and started off, head high, when I heard him slap the table hard with his big hand – the way everyone who knew him remembers he did in his constant, big-ness that encompassed all sight, movement, and certainly sound – and laughed his ass off.