Hi, my name is Tami! // welcome to my online home
I love learning new things and making things better. Hearing your story and what you’re trying to accomplish with a piece of writing and then figuring out how to help you reach that goal is what makes me tick.
Even in my free time I love coming up with more efficient ways to do things – cooking, organizing, traveling – if there’s a better way to do it, I'm there figuring it out!
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In 2nd grade (you wanted the long version!) I won a bike by writing a 500-word essay on recycling. By my 7-year-old calculations in another nine years a 5000-word essay should win me a car. While that didn’t work out as anticipated, it didn’t stop me from trying!
As an only child I constantly had my nose buried in a book or was putting pencil to paper writing stories for my parents. Yet I was also that crazy kid running around the forest with a stick that looked like a sword (I swear it really did!) yelling “I am She-ra! Princess of Power!” Yes, I know, I just dated myself there.
I grew up, put the sword on the shelf, and spent my teenage years taking BART into the city. High school rolled around, I joined the school newspaper and was chosen Editor-in-Chief my senior year. Fixing every last word, finalizing headlines, picking the best photos for the layout – I loved it all!
Fast forward a couple years and I was hugging redwood trees and enjoying the ocean view between classes at UC Santa Cruz. Somewhere along the way I got this notion in my head that you went to college to do something substantial with your life. Since I loved science and wanted to save the trees I took a bunch of biology and chemistry classes and got my BA in Environmental Studies & Biology.
Ironically, one of the most exciting things I did while I was in undergrad was intern for the National Geographic photographer Frans Lanting. That should have been a clue, as to what I really wanted to do, but it would take me a few more years to admit it to myself.
So I took my fancy new degree and got an awesome job at the Oakland Zoo, in the Education and Conservation department, teaching field trips and educational programs, organizing events and developing curriculum. Yet, after a couple years I realized something was missing. So I quit and moved to Rome for a year. I taught English as a second language, enjoyed the food and jumped slow trains around the continent. After Europe I traveled further afield, volunteering with various organizations working on issues ranging from literacy to weaving collectives to wildlife rehabilitation in Lao PDR, Peru and Guatemala (respectively).
Still convinced that I had to have a real job I came back to the States and had a series of engaging, if not fulfilling jobs. After trying my hand as a personal chef and food blogger, I decided to really go for it with grad school.
I made my way to Monterey to attend Middlebury Institute of International Studies. While earning my MA in International Environmental Policy I worked with various organizations in the Monterey Bay that focused on food systems (agricultural and seafood, specifically) developing curriculum, putting on events, teaching, researching, and writing a white paper.
After graduating from grad school I did it again. I got a real, respectable office job. I worked for CCOF as the Events Coordinator, putting on all food safety trainings, assisting with development goals and running the annual conference. In that position I wrote blog posts, email campaigns and grants and took photos for the foundation report, events and general stock images.
It was in that job that I remembered how much I love writing, editing and photography.
I probably would have stayed on at CCOF for a few more years before my soul cried out for more. But sometimes life has different plans.
Shortly after returning from our honeymoon in Ecuador, my invincible, black-belt husband got kneed in the head while practicing martial arts. Our initial relief that his jaw wasn’t broken was quickly replaced by the daunting reality that he had a concussion. A bad one. One that would end up lasting a year and force us to reevaluate how we were living our lives.
So we made lemonade. We simplified our lives, reduced our overhead and focused on getting him better. We started researching tiny homes and committed to building our own. And we agreed that we were only going to do work and activities that we could say “hell yeah!” to.
For me that meant switching to a more creative livelihood. Getting back to that compulsive editor and dedicated writer. Taking time for photography.
These days, when I’m not in front of the computer, crafting the next perfect sentence, I’m probably drinking coffee over brunch, hiking in the forest, lounging at the beach, cooking, reading or doing yoga. Traveling is my biggest addiction, followed closely by food and photography - luckily all three combine pretty easily.