Saturday, April 1, 2017

Our memories don't need our mementos

From today's Briefing:

Katie cleaned out her closet last week, creating a giant stack of clothes to pass along to younger friends.
This isn’t unusual. Children outgrow their clothes quicker than they outwear them, and we’re surrounded by families who appreciate a pile of hand-me-downs.
What was unusual was the little dress I placed on top of Katie’s discards: a charmingly mismatched floral number that I’ve held on to for seven years, a dress that Katie outgrew before she entered kindergarten.
She loved this particular dress for its twirling qualities. She wore it to church and preschool parties. And she wore it for our final family photo with her daddy.
 I’ve struggled to let it go for too long, allowing my sentimental tendencies to overpower my practical side. I was finally able to pass on the tiny dress, perfect for a spunky 4-year-old we know, because of music.
Way back in the summer of 2000, in our time before children, Steve and I attended a performance of Parade, an award-winning yet commercially dismal musical. We fell in love with the story and songs, despite the tragic themes and ending.
Parade is obscure, as far as musicals go. It tells the true story of Leo Frank, a Jewish man living in Atlanta who was accused of murdering a girl in the pencil factory he managed. Though the murder and subsequent trial take place almost 50 years after the end of the Civil War, the South is still struggling with anger toward the North and changes in the economy and social structure.
It’s heavy stuff, for sure, providing plenty of material to debate and process.
In the decade that followed, we would discuss the story and sing the songs together. Our favorite was “The Picture Show,” a playful duet between Frankie and Mary, but we’d perform them all, sometimes in the car or in the kitchen while washing up after dinner.
When Steve died in 2009, I didn’t stop listening, and I didn’t stop singing, but I lost a little gusto. Those songs, plus a whole library of others that matter, bridged a connection between life with Steve and life without.
Cooper and Katie have grown up with Parade in the background – along with U2, Jack Johnson, ZZ Top, Wicked, Aaron Copland, Rent, the Beatles, the Dixie Chicks and the Cure. Those tunes are a nod to the daddy they love, a man whose days were too short.
Because Parade is underappreciated, I expected to listen to the same recording over and over for the rest of my days. But a local theater brought the story to life for one night only last weekend – and I couldn’t pass up the chance to enjoy it live again.
Cooper, Katie and I attended the special production at the WaterTower Theatre, and I used all of my willpower to not sing aloud. I had no willpower to stop my tears.
The lyrics filled my soul again, and this time I was seated not next to Steve but surrounded by our two children. Sometimes I would close my eyes and just listen – and ponder the power of music that endures years, that sweeps us back in time and propels us forward.
I can’t possibly hold on to every scrap of clothing, every memento that ties us to Steve – or to any of my loved ones who have passed away. And I don’t need to. My heart swells with snippets of conversation, with scents that evoke joy, with lines of poetry set to lovely melodies.
Listening to the music again helped me to remember that there are forces more powerful than things.
Little Phoebe will twirl in Katie’s dress, then one day she’ll share it with sister Ingrid. They’ll create their own memories. My sweet memories of the dress are stored up and nestled in with songs and laughter and a few tears.


Tyra Damm is a Briefing columnist. Email her at 

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Why do I love this photo? Because ...
  • Cooper's laugh is pure joy. 
  • We were both a little giddy with his first-ever driving lesson.
  • He's driving my minivan in the parking lot of Bledsoe Elementary, his home for six years. On the other side of the Odyssey is the playground that hosted every recess from kindergarten to fifth grade.
  • When this child was born, I never imagined I would be his first driving instructor. Steve was in charge of all things car-related. Yet, here we are, and Cooper and I are figuring it out together.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Kitchen sink

I am the proud owner of a new kitchen sink, faucet and garbage disposal.

The sink is a sleek 33-inch-by-22-inch, drop-in, single-basin, enamel-coated cast-iron number. The faucet is a single-handle, spot-resist, pull-down stainless steel with optional spray plus an in-sink soap dispenser. The powerful-yet-not-too-noisy disposal features auto-reverse and a removable cover.

1. I feel like a genuine adult with these purchases.
2. I am thankful for friends who help me make these kinds of decisions -- Melissa and Julie, who both offer invaluable home advice.
3. I am thankful for plumbers who can install all of this stuff.
4. I am thankful that plumbers work on Presidents' Day, a day that teachers have off.
5. I am thankful for side jobs that allow me to save extra money to help fund these purchases and services.

I can't tell you how many nights Steve stood at the sink -- the old sink -- and washed dishes. He was often found walking around the house with a dish towel slung over his shoulder. He liked that washing dishes offered a daily chance to begin and finish a task. He would usually sing and dance a little while he worked. He continued the chore after he was diagnosed, for as long as he could.

When he became too unsteady to stand for long or just too worn out for anything extra, he relented. But he'd sit nearby and visit with whomever took over -- sometimes me, often Aunt Ami or Sharon or Jackie or Allie or Liz or Julie or Betty -- one of the heroes who helped us get through those really rough days.

Over time, the old sink became chipped in three or four spots, the victim of a heavy Le Creuset pan. No matter how often or hard I scrubbed, there were a couple of spots that just wouldn't come clean. In the past few weeks, the faucet started to leak. I've repaired the disposal on my own (thank you, Layne and Jenny and YouTube) about half a dozen times.

It was time for new. Steve would have agreed. (Though he probably would have chosen a more modern fixture. He was always edgier than I am.)

There are moments -- many, many moments -- when I'm hard on myself. I should be more organized, I should clean more, I should answer emails and texts faster, I should go to sleep earlier, I should exercise more, I should be more patient, I should be less reliant on others.

Tonight I'm pausing for a moment to remind myself that this single-mom business is tough, yes, but overall I'm doing OK. I'll celebrate later tonight, as I wash dishes in that brand-new sink -- singing and dancing a little as I go.

Isn't it lovely? 

Sunday, December 11, 2016


It was a dark and stormy night.

It really was, back on Dec. 11, 2007.

I've told the story before. It was cold and rainy outside while Steve and I huddled in a dark room at the nearby hospital, standing next to a radiologist, talking to Steve's primary care physician on the phone, staring at films that showed an out-of-place spot in the pons of Steve's brain stem.

No one in that moment believed the spot was a tumor. Steve was too healthy (except the nagging symptoms that sent him to the doctor in the first place). It had to be demyelination or multiple sclerosis or some other unknown inflammation.

Of course, we were all wrong.

My pastor spoke today about the choices people make when faced with a real-life nightmare. We've all lived a nightmare -- the worst-case news that we've feared or never even imagined. Billy spoke today about how we aren't defined by the nightmare but rather how we behave when we wake up.

We're defined by the joy we embrace, the strength we find in knowing that God surrounds us and lives within us.

Steve received nightmarish news on Dec. 11. His official diagnosis, after a harrowing biopsy a few weeks later, made the nightmare even worse.

But he woke up and kept on living. He made people laugh, he continued the work that he loved, he read books to his children, he lavished praise, he read novels, he watched movies, he learned how to knit, he prayed.

I think of all the families we know who have been touched by tragedy in the past nine years. Dozens and dozens of families who have had their own MRI Day, who wake up from their own nightmares, who have said goodbye too early to loved ones, who have experienced loss that shakes -- and sometimes sharpens -- their faith.

We are fragile people, and we are strong people.

Tonight, as I think of Steve and his MRI Day and the pain he endured and the joy he shared despite that pain, I also think of Jeff, who had his own MRI Day yesterday. He has brain surgery tomorrow. I think of Suzanne, who had her own MRI Day earlier this year and has breast reconstruction surgery tomorrow.

I am praying for Jeff and Suzanne and a too-long list of friends who face trials and crises. I pray that they find strength to get through the nightmare, that they feel loved, that they feel joy in the darkness.

We don't know how many dark and stormy nights we have in store. Sometimes the storm builds, and sometimes it pops up in the middle of sunshine. Sometimes the night lasts longer than we think we can handle.

Nine years after our MRI Day, I continue to give thanks for the community that surrounded us, for the kind souls who still encourage us, and for God, who offers strength and guidance and joy for the journey.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13)

Cooper, Tyra & Katie, Thanksgiving Day 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016

48 Acts of Kindness (13)

Christina in Frisco:

We purchased turkey bucks at Tom Thumb for those in need in honor of Steve ❤️


Dallas in Seattle:

Paid our entrance fee to Hurricane Ridge at Olympic National Park, and also for the next car to enter (no one was immediately behind us). The park ranger was in tears when we asked her to give the note to the next vehicle. She said a prayer for Steve and the Damm family too. 💗


Shilpa in Plano:

I made two soups for my sick friend and dropped them by her door.


Kelly in Frisco:

I loved honoring Steve and his legacy by delivering a Salsa gift card to a friend and giving my co-workers a little gift. Kindness Matters! 💗


Cheslea in Frisco:

Saturday, November 5, 2016

48 Acts of Kindness (12)

Sarah in Richardson:

John and I donated in memory of Steve to Take Me Home Pet Rescue in Richardson. We are thinking of you all!


Kelly in Frisco:

Gave $20's to some day laborers on Main St. in Frisco.


Lisa in Frisco:

Grandsons Kindon and Logan and I paid for a random family of four to get into Sharkarosa with us today and experience a close encounter with a sloth. We also gave Starbucks gift cards to two pre-vet interns who work there. We loved their reaction! Thank you for continuing this every year. 


Lisa in Plano:

Left a special donation to the Friends of the Library in honor of Steve. I think it will bring a smile to the volunteer who finds it in with all the quarters!


Special note of thanks to Katie's band director, Ms. Jordan. She taught the sixth-grade double reed class how to play "Happy Birthday to You" on Steve's birthday. The other students didn't know why, but Katie did.

48 Acts of Kindness (11)

Some of the ways Cooper, Katie and I celebrated ...

We delivered flowers to a nearby nursing home for residents who might need some cheer.

Katie gave gift cards to helpers at the Reedy-Liberty football game.

Cooper gave chocolate to all of teachers.

She gave pencils to each student in her language arts class and Starbucks cards to all of her teachers.

I surprised some co-workers with supplies and other goodies.

We left gift cards at gas station pumps.

We gave a gift card to our cashier at dinner.

48 Acts of Kindness (10)

Tracy in Frisco:

If you know Miss Cate, you know how much she loves stuffed animals. Today we dropped off Webkins for the C-A-mille bags. These bags have food items that kids love! These stuffed animals will be a fun treat. 

We dropped off donuts to Minnie's Food Pantry Volunteers and people waiting to receive their meal. 


Sarah in Frisco:

Cupcakes for gymnastics coaches for all of their hard work every day with my gymnast!


Amy in Dallas:

We delivered macarons to a nearby crossing guard and handed out Chikfila gift cards


Valarmathi in Frisco:

We donated money to a medical center in India where they do free kidney transplantation for poor people in memory Steve.


Addie in Frisco:

Frozen custard for the wrestlers behind me in line at Andy's - they said it was their "cheat day" treat :-)


Amber in Dallas:

My mother and I both participated in remembering Steve today! We put together a goody bag for a mommy friend of mine who has 3 kids under the age of 4! 😳Her husband told her to take the weekend off and get a hotel room by herself. We gave her some relaxing essentials for her getaway. Thank you for being an inspiration to us all! 💖


Betsy in Frisco:

We gave a gift card to a stranger at Starbucks and Old Navy in honor of Steve. So sad I never got to meet him. Thanks for sharing your story!


David in Mesquite:

After a day of hard work I took my Et Cetera crew out for tacos. Spread the love on Nov 4. 


Nancy in Frisco:

We're sending a relative (that just returned from active military duty overseas)and his family a gift card for a nice dinner out on us.

Friday, November 4, 2016

48 Acts of Kindness (9)

Melissa in Helotes:

Our family made GoFundMe donations to help defray the costs of 4 funerals in 2 families after a horrific car accident a few days ago. In one car, a Mother and 2 children, ages 9 and 10 were killed instantly, and 2 other family members hospitalized. In the other car, a 19 yr old woman and her boyfriend died instantly as well. One of these families we don't know at all, but wanted to do something for all of them. Life is precious, so we celebrate Steve's life and the loved ones lost in the Bernal Portocarrero and Bartolome families of Tampa, Florida today.


Denise in Colorado Springs:

We gave a gift card for a single Mom and her gorgeous daughter to go to the movies. In memory of Steve. Tyra Damm he still makes a difference and so do you!!!


Stuart in Rowlett:

$100 to North Texas Food Bank in memory of Steve Damm.


Angie in Frisco:

While celebrating Liz's birthday- we "double tipped" our waitress in honor of Steve! 


Caren in Plano:

I'm part of a local running group call Moms Run This Town. Members have MRTT magnets on their cars, and if you see another magnet around town, you flip it upside down. I worked with one of the chapter coordinators to buy magnets for 10 random members in honor of 48 Acts of Kindness. She loved the idea so much, she decided to buy another 10 magnets. Today she posted it to the group FB page. Below is a screenshot of her post.


Nancy in Dallas:

I bought a student ticket for the next student who comes to Uptown Playersto see Angels in America at the Kalita Humphreys Theater in honor of Steve.


Nicole in Frisco:

Bought the woman behind us at Pie Five dinner!! She was so thankful!! 😀😀


Marilyn in Charlottesville, Va.:

Took a friend to pick up her car at the shop, bought popcorn and drinks for one friend and 2 strangers behind us at the Film Festival and left an extra large tip for the barrista at the coffee shop. It was a Damm good day!

I made a donation to Alex's Lemonade Stand Foundation in memory of Steve.

48 Acts of Kindness (8)

Jennifer in Carrollton:

Pumpkin cookies packed for sharing. 


Anonymous friend:

I went to Walmart and walked around until I found just the right person to give the envelope to. 


Loryn in McKinney:

Pumpkin roll for kindergarten, second grade and office staff at McClure Elementary School


Allison in Frisco:

Change for vending machines at the hospital


Shari in Lucas:

I put these together to give as favors for our Head for the Cure North Texas Survivors luncheon tomorrow. These are for the co-survivors.


Beth in Plano:

Bought dinner for some of my student newspaper editors, working late on a Friday prepping the next issue and planning for election night. 


Melanie in Las Vegas:

I'm working SEMA trade show and we have leftover catering. Meals for the homeless in Las Vegas tonight!!!



I was in an electronics store today. I purchased an iPhone case for a young lady. She was born the year that I graduated high school. She used all of the money that she said to replace her iPhone. She needed a case. 

God bless her. Pay it forward. 


Deborah in Frisco:

Frisco' Central Fire station is going to enjoy some ice cream sundaes tonight.


Judie in Fort Worth:

Baked and delivered a chicken pot pie to a dear friend.


Cyndi in Frisco:

Bought chicken minis for the Hosp staff


Heather in Frisco:

Brought doughnuts for the Hosp staff


Tim in Frisco:

Brought doughnuts for the Hosp staff

48 Acts of Kindness (7)

Steve in Dallas:

Our friend Tom died a few weeks ago. Today, some friends and I cleared out his overgrown side yard for his wife.


Marcy in Carrollton:

Gift cards for Tess and Sutton's teachers. We love #dammkind day!


Sara in Frisco:

I bought lunch for some of our amazing Hosp office staff. :) Such a great way to honor Steve!


Mary in Bedford:

I brought two Sonic gift cards and two Acts of Kindness fliers to my neighborhood police station, with a note to the police chief asking him to give them to an officer who is having a hard day. I asked that the officer keep one flier/gift card and give the other to a citizen who is having a hard day. Also gave the Sonic carhop a fat tip.


Tracy in Frisco:

Salsa is our favorite family restaurant. There was a couple with their granddaughter having a blast at dinner. Family time is the best! 


Lauren in Frisco:

Gift cards for teachers and coaches today! One of the coaches said, "It makes you want to do something nice for someone else. Pay it forward!" Love it!❤️


Alyssa in Plano/Frisco:

One of the teachers who received a Sonic drink talked about acts of kindness with her students. She challenged them to plan acts of kindness through the weekend and report back on Monday! It's spreading!


Jana in Frisco:

Breakfast for Bledsoe, Pearson, and Kids R Kids teachers this morning. 


Madison in Lewisville/Frisco:

Coffee for the car behind me 


Suzanne in Frisco:

Snacks for the people who ease my pain. ❤️