Tammy Swift

Tammy Swift

For 35 years, Tammy Swift has shared all stages of her life through a weekly personal column. Her first “real world” job involved founding and running the Bismarck Tribune’s Dickinson bureau from her apartment. She has worked at The Forum four different times, during which she’s produced everything from food stories and movie reviews to breaking news and business stories. Her work has won awards from the Minnesota and North Dakota Newspaper Associations, the Society for Professional Journalists and the Dakotas Associated Press Managing Editors News Contest. As a business reporter, she gravitates toward personality profiles, cottage industry stories, small-town business features or anything quirky. She can be reached at tswift@forumcomm.com.

How would I cope without sugar, my constant companion when feeling sad, mad, tired or lonely? When life was too much, what would I do without Betty Crocker, my good friends at the Reese’s factory and Ben and Jerry? Was I supposed to just sit there, gnaw through celery sticks and FEEL things?
What if every kitchen in America could have an elderly grandmother — a woman who could tell if pie crust was homemade at 75 paces — who popped up virtually in their kitchen to offer sage kitchen wisdom? Now, thanks to this genius idea, they can.
After a lifetime of emitting a Stihl MS 881-worthy respiratory buzz that could cleave through a sequoia like butter, columnist Tammy Swift learns that her apnea could be much easier to detect these days — thanks to a compact, at-home sleep test.
While everyone else is devouring "Stranger Things" subreddits on whether beloved metalhead Eddie will come back from the dead, columnist Tammy Swift admits she's busy admiring all the '80s details — from protagonist Eleven’s floral thermal undershirt to Steve Harrington's Andre Agassi-inspired 'do.
Last week, for the first time in 1,152 days, Forum columnist and reporter Tammy Swift drove to an office and went to work. And she found that as much things have changed, they have completely stayed the same.
As kids, we spent many summers bumping along the dirt roads in Dad’s pickup as he patrolled creeks and ditches — ever vigilant to any splash of yellow representing leafy spurge. He would screech to a halt and we'd trot to the back of the truck to pull out hoses so we could douse every offending patch with herbicide. These days, we are more prone to limping than trotting. But we're still spraying spurge, Tammy Swift says.
Columnist Tammy Swift recommends using plain, old Persian limes to create an egg-free Key lime pie that's every bit as tart and tasty as one made the traditional way.
After recently losing his teenage son, a grieving dad faces his first Father's Day. It's a reminder that we need to be there for parents who have lost children — and be grateful for our own families as well, columnist Tammy Swift says.
While attempting to write a newspaper bio on her mother, writer Tammy Swift discovers her mom is an endangered species — an anti-narcissist who is fine with working backstage, thank you.
Growing up, the household of Tammy Swift's bestie seemed like nirvana. It was a spotless rambler — the height of 1970s’ cool, in her book — with a mom who dressed fashionably and kept their freezer stocked at all times with at least five different homemade cookies. But as time passed, she learned all moms contribute in their own way.