On Being Cut from the Herd

How acceptance is the key to balancing morality and self-worth. Always and never are impossible to attain.

On Being Like Everyone Else

On Balancing Morality and Self-Worth

On the Moment of Clarity

Tammy Hader
Tammy Haderhttps://medium.com/@tammyhader
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.


  1. Tammy — I just reread your bio. How fascinating. A CPA turned life divining rod. Those two roads are seemingly so different, yet they are inherently the same: making sense of bits of data, bits of life. What is your first recollection of writing?

    • My very first recollection of writing was in grade school. The assignment was to write a poem about the current holiday and the teacher sent a few to the local small town newspaper. That happened a couple of times.

      Mrs. Ferrell’s high school English class was my first serious writing. She commented on one essay that she liked my style of writing. I remember NOT enjoying writing back then. Looking back, I’d say that was because it wasn’t easy. The language of mathematics was understandable to me like it was my native tongue. Writing required digging deeper.

      Deciding to write my story, well that’s a different story. I knew I wanted to retire from accounting and do something else long before Dad began his decline. He had many health issues, but one day he had an event, a chemical imbalance in the brain that sent him into sudden onset dementia. Just like that he was gone. Still alive for several months, but yet gone. His memories, his personality, his reality, everything was replaced. I watched him take his last breath in a scene that was anything but peaceful.

      That’s when I came up with idea to write my story. If I lose grip on reality, I’ll have a way to remember, to keep my life alive in my mind. And my mind needs to stay active. Writing seemed like a good exercise for the brain, especially since it isn’t my native tongue.

      Dad’s death haunted me almost every night for at least a year as I was building up the courage to write about it. I haven’t published that story yet, but I can tell you that writing it was therapeutic. I sleep much better now. Sorry for sharing much more than you probably wanted to know about me. Look what happens when you ask one simple question. :)