Getting It All Out There
I am Tamara M. Wright, a licensed therapist who lives in Salt Lake City, Utah in the progressive Sugar House neighborhood, known for it's liberal/progressive thinkers and expensive housing and somewhat pretentious people. We are proud to live here in this neighborhood. My partner/boyfriend and I, reside in a fashionable 1921 bungalow that is falling apart in many ways from the ancient plaster walls to the broken toilet in the fully remodeled basement that someone decided to slap together, sometime between 1980 and 1990 and they had no idea at the time how electrical sockets worked. We have that and knob-and-tube wiring to contend with in different parts of the house. Something is always breaking or the cats are destroying something on a regular basis. I didn't probably mention yet that we have twp cats, Sylvie Sioux and Vision Bob. I love them like I would a child, they are sibling tuxedo cats and they look like book ends that are full of mischief, but are also sweet and affectionate.
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I am originally from (in the way back machine) Venice, California from when the Z-boys became celebrities, The Brady Bunch was playing on television every Friday night with new episodes on our little black and white television in the room my sister and I shared, The Beatles had broken up a few years before, but we still listened to "Hey Jude" and sang it together in our neighborhood of friends and Bobby Sherman was all the rage. We all wore bell bottoms and Ditto jeans. My Mom alternated between being a "freak" wearing a leather floppy hat, patched up jeans and her big hoop earrings to Jimmy Hendrix concerts and then marrying a Mormon, that is how I ended up in Salt Lake City many years ago and in some moment of insanity, I decided to come back here as an adult from Wyoming where I was living at the time to go to college. I had lived all over the country at one time or another at that point, so it was a good idea at the time. I did meet and fall in love with Rich, my partner. We have been together for 19 years. I was surprised that there was a hippy man here in Utah that was exactly the same age as me, so that worked out well as there aren't many of us. I was planning to eventually move to Oregon when I met him accidentally and stayed here with him.
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People tell me I write too much, that I post too much on Facebook. I do. It serves me well at my job as correspondence is how I make a living among other things. I am pretty certain that people feel I am a know-it-all, because I study every subject under the sun and I always have something to say about everything and I believe that truly annoys some people sometimes. I try to tone it down a bit. I have degrees in four different subjects, I couldn't make up my mind what I wanted to do. I have an AS in criminal justice, a BS in psychology, a BS in anthropology (with a strong background in cultural anthropology/anthropology of religion), and I have an MS in clinical mental health counseling. I work online from my house as a therapist with a company, mainly because I hate politics in the workplace and nasty people, I found that a lot. I hate working in agency settings. I realized that it was definitely not for me with some years of experience. So I am doing what I started out to do, which was to help people, have an actual life at my home and have a quality of life so I now work from home. I don't care about a career, I don't want to be the boss, and I definitely don't want more responsibility. I am not wanting to be an "overachiever". I just want to find some joy in my life.
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In the last 18 years in this house, I have decorated, collected, spent money on decorations, antiques, faux antiques and it looks like Stevie Nicks threw up all over my house. But I love it. It is some weird combination of pagan, art nouveau, weird art from previous art festivals, God and Goddess statuary, skulls, Mock Tiffany lamps...shawls, built in book cases, claw foot furniture...you name it. We have it. We think of ourselves as "collectors". Most people think it looks "cool" although I have tried to have a cleaning lady twice and no one really wants to clean all the knick-knacks. Everything we have, has a story.
I am overweight, I have hair past my butt that I never cut and a wardrobe that someone could wear in the early 70's in a commune. My previous offices where I worked at as a therapist had Buddha statues the size of a small child, Mandala artwork on the walls, and lots of aromatherapy and crystals and at one point even a fountain. Some of the other therapists made fun of me because of it. They were bitches of course. Oh and I swear like a sailor when I am not working.
I am a hell of a cook when I want to be and I love to take care of my animals and try to grow things. Sometimes I have a green thumb and sometimes I don't. So that all depends. I have been known to draw in the past with pen and ink with a quill pen, mostly fantasy art. I write. I have written novelettes and a novel that have been on sale on Amazon. I self-published, that talks about my pagan roots and I have a pen name for that endeavor. I recently had a short story I wrote accepted in the yearly anthology that the Utah Horror Writers Association puts out annually. I also have been working on my own horror anthology novel for several years. I have written on and off my entire life, I even wrote for my college newspaper as a reporter at one time, politics, human interest stories and entertainment critic, that being restaurants, movies, plays. I have read tarot cards since I was 16 years old and I have a fairly large collection. I make candles, bath salts and bubble bath. I crochet a little. I at times make my own bread.
​I decided that I would start a blog to share my thoughts, my political views, cool ideas for around the house, how to take care of cats, a recipe or two. I mean just a lot of ramblings from a hippy who lives in Utah. So welcome to my blog.