A world of worry on her slim shoulders, her grandmother's hand-sewn apron tied around her slender waist, her weary smile resting on her hand, Tammy is all that and a bag of chips.
Today she has cleaned the house, stuffed a turkey, baked a pie and boiled the kettle for tea. She has made sparkling dinner conversation and she has done the dishes.
She is a manager of an important social service agency; she is the manager of her daughter's hockey team; she manages to get her kids to piano lessons, guitar lessons, ball hockey games and school. On time, with scrubbed faces, tidy hair and nice clothes.
She loves her husband, is best friends with her parents and, if you are fortunate enough to be her pal, you are one of the luckiest people on earth.
I never thought I was a lucky person.
Not until Tammy.