about
tamara skidmore
my history
I was born and raised in Michigan and moved to San Francisco at twenty-one to study dance. I met my husband, writer and photographer George Kuttner, in a Creative Writing Class at City College taught by Daniel Curzon, who scrawled across the first story I wrote, “I COULDN’T READ THIS.” I laugh about this now, but it was crushing, as George was the obvious talent in the class and I had a tremendous crush on him. As the story goes, George and I struck up conversations on the Muni Metro platform after class, and he noted that I got off at Civic Center, one of the roughest neighborhoods in the city, while he got off at Powell just to avoid walking there. One night, he convinced me to go to Powell, and I brazenly asked him if he wanted to stop somewhere for a drink, and the rest is history.
We worked part-time in San Francisco and took our undergraduate degrees at San Francisco State University, then applied to grad schools figuring we’d have to maintain the relationship long-distance, but then both got accepted at Western Michigan University. Western’s English Department was at that time in its heyday; Shirley Scott was Department Director; Herb Scott, Nancy Eimers, and Bill Olsen taught poetry; and Jaimy Gordon and Stuart Dybek taught fiction. We took a tiny brick house on Hilbert Street, the largest place we had ever occupied together, and got to work.
tamara’s husband, george kuttner
clockwise: eliot, tamara, willa
life today
I’ve lived a series of lives, the first one growing up as disturbed kid who turned to wild exploits as a teen in the moody rural landscape of Michigan; another obsessed with dance, which overlapped a long tour of education in lit; and then oddly a return to Michigan with George to study creative writing; and finally, our life of marriage, children, and dear friends. I taught as an adjunct at Western, then took a job at the Kalamazoo public library where I worked in circulation, mends, local history, and finally managed the Friends of KPL Bookstore.
My life today is defined by close companions and kids whose courage, compassion, and transparency have given me everything of value: inspiration, joy, and a shared sense of humanity. George and I have Eliot and Willa, and share all their friends, a group that has kept us on our toes and in the game. We live in a hundred-year-old bungalow with Vincent Van Dog, our shy and loyal dog. An insufferable curmudgeon, I am learning patience, compromise, and, occasionally, to keep my mouth shut. Beyond those miracles, everything else to me is mystery. I have written one novella (unpublished) and am working on another. I spend some time drawing and the rest cleaning closets. Summer and Other Stories is my first published collection.
from left to right, top to bottom: annika, carsten, drew, avery, josh; asa, berry, august, cade, eamon & wes, che; kelsey, fen, sam, margaret, noha