Tammy Hader
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Tammy Hader has no writer’s pedigree. With a BBA in accounting from Wichita State University, numbers are her history. The CPA exam was passed, because that’s what accountants are supposed to do, and thirty years later her accounting life ended with the desire to journey down a different career path. The compass turned toward words to create a new legacy beyond spreadsheets. Her nostalgic writing reflects on the past to explain the present and shine into the future the light of lessons learned. Growing up in a small Midwestern town, influenced by relationships, choices, consequences, and situations, her life is not unique. In her stories, you will recognize reflections of your own past, understand how you arrived at today’s version of you and gaze with her across the bridge into the future.
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Treasures Buried in Time and Boxes
The scraps of times gone by are hard to let go of until the...
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No, I Don’t Sell Kitten Britches
If only uniting the world was as simple as two sentences. If only a...
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The Layered Sky Overlooking My Ant Hill
I am a speck of fleshy mundaneness speeding down a familiar highway, encased in...
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The Eyes Have It
We met seventeen and a half years ago. The connection was comfortable and disarming,...
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From Mud Pies to Masterpieces
↑ Steak dinner at The Trough in Canmore, Alberta, Canada — Photo by author...
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I Have Never Been the Life of the Party
I rode my bicycle from our house to Grandma’s house and back again, over...
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The Life Cycle of Pragmatic Necessities
Have you ever sewn something?
I’m not talking about returning a button to its place...
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The Thing About Brothers
The sound of shattering glass sent Mom into immediate superhero rescue mode. Her young...
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The Hat That Shaped My Life
How America’s heartland became the birthplace of a strong work ethic and a Mt...
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The Beige Sheep of the Family
“Tammy Cullou! And how are you?”
The old farmer’s sing-song voice greeted me with a...