Hi, my name is Tami! // welcome to my online home
A little bit about me…
I have been there. I’ve had digestive issues and discovered my food sensitivities with help from a naturopath. I manage my endometriosis with acupuncture, herbs, and diet. I took care of my husband when he had a traumatic brain injury. I get how disruptive health issues can be and I want to help you not just reach your potential clients but and resonate with them. So you can support more people in attaining their health goals.
Let’s chat and see how I can optimize your words and systems!
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 reorganizing the tupperware cupboard. Yep, I’ve always been an organization nerd. 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!” 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, as it was the perfect balance between critical thinking and creativity.
Fast forward a couple years, I was hugging redwood trees and enjoying the ocean view between classes at UC Santa Cruz. Since I loved science and wanted to save the trees got my BA in Environmental Studies & Biology. I took my fancy new degree and got an awesome job in the Education and Conservation department at the Oakland Zoo. Yet, after a couple years I realized something was missing. So I quit and moved to Rome for a year. I taught English, 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. I loved every minute of it.
Still convinced that I had to have a real job I came back to the States and had a series of engaging jobs that allowed me to travel. After a brief stint as a personal chef and food blogger, I decided to commit to grad school. So I made my way to Middlebury Institute of International Studies and earned my MA in International Environmental Policy. I worked with various organizations in the Monterey Bay that focused on food systems (specifically agricultural and seafood) developing curriculum, putting on events, teaching, researching, and writing white papers.
After finishing grad school I did it again. I was convinced I needed an office to go to. So I got an office job working for an organic certifier. It was there that I really started to understand our industrial food system and everything that’s allowed in our food. That new knowledge came at a perfect time, as I suddenly started having digestive issues. I struggled for months to figure out the problem, but soon it started affecting my quality of life. I was already working with an acupuncturist to help manage my symptoms from endometriosis and she recommended I get tested for food sensitivities. With the help of a naturopath, we identified the culprits and then worked with a nutritionist to shift my diet in a sustainable, supportive way. Without the support of specialists, I imagine I’d still be struggling.
Professionally, I transitioned to a more creative role within the organization, putting on all food safety trainings, assisting with development goals and running the annual conference. 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 for a few more years 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 jiu-jitsu. 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 take a couple years to fully recover from and in the meantime would change 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. Giving in to my organizing compulsions.
These days, when I’m not in front of the computer, crafting the next perfect sentence, I’m probably out building our tiny house on wheels. During those rare moments of downtime, you'll find me drinking coffee over brunch, hiking in the forest, lounging at the beach, cooking, reading or doing yoga.