Meet the Founder
Tammy Ingram
also known as
Tammy Tangent Tuesdays
Did she really say that???
Probably…
The HOT Club is for the brave—honest, open, transparent humans who are done pretending. Around here, everything becomes possible, and the wild ones? Yeah… this is where we finally get to breathe.
Many thought I was finished…
I was not extinguished.
I was refined — and resurrected.
And now I speak!
Meet Miss Tammy
Can I hear a great BIG Hallelujah!!!
Where did I get my bold-as-glory-sass from?
Hang on. It’s been a ride…
My story is not exaggerated or dramatic. It is simply the truth of what I’ve lived. I am a survivor of multiple cancers, domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, divorce, and institutional betrayal, including spiritual abuse within faith-based systems.
Shortly after a double mastectomy and lymph node dissection, while still healing and carrying surgical drains, I was sent on a thirteen-hour transport with a registered sex offender. I was delivering pink Bibles from my fundraiser to incarcerated women at CCWF.
I was later treated as the problem by a congregation I had faithfully served for nearly fourteen years. Systems protected an offender while my safety, dignity, and credentials were dismissed. This was not church hurt.
It was institutional abuse and spiritual malpractice.
And yet, I was not extinguished.
I was refined.
My faith did not collapse. It deepened.
My voice did not disappear. It sharpened.
God saw every tear, every injustice, and every wound. He carried me through what should have crushed me.
Tammy Tangent exists because healing requires honesty.
This space is rooted in what I call the HOT Club. That means being Honest, Open, and Transparent. Healing does not happen in silence, denial, or spiritual bypassing. It happens when truth is named with courage and grace within a safe and supportive community.
This is a faith-centered space for survivors navigating trauma, spiritual abuse, and institutional betrayal. Here, I speak truth with compassion, name what systems try to hide, and create room for survivors to reclaim their faith, their voice, and their wholeness.
I was not resurrected simply to survive. I was restored to stand for justice, safety, and the healing of God’s people.
If this Tammy Tangent tone feels a little wild for you, you are welcome to visit the Chaplain’s Corner. That space holds quieter, more intimate conversations between me and my amazing Father God, especially for those healing their faith after trauma.
And if neither of those feels like your lane, explore the communities. I have been around town speaking, teaching, and loving on the homeless, the incarcerated, and those who serve in law enforcement. Loved Shack has always been about showing up where compassion and courage meet, and I have loved every single minute of it.
I hope you will stay awhile, say hi, and make yourself at home.
And if you are willing, I would truly love to hear your story.
Tammy Tangent: Where the Wild Ones Speak
Welcome to the Tammy Tangent, the place where the wild ones finally get to breathe. This is the unfiltered corner of Loved Shack where honesty is a spiritual discipline, humor softens the hard edges, and the untamed parts of our stories are not only welcomed, but honored.
Here I speak from the raw center of lived experience: faith, fire, trauma, grit, and the unmistakable joy of running free with the horses God keeps sending into my visions. If you’re looking for polished religion, this isn’t the page. But if you’re craving truth told with courage, compassion and a little wild-hearted sass, pull up a chair. This is where we get real.
Where the unfiltered voice comes out to play.
This is where I tell the truth I can’t tell anywhere else. Stories that don’t fit inside tidy devotionals, thoughts that spill over, moments that demand voice instead of silence. If you’re here, you’re family, so come with your whole self. Nothing gets polished. Nothing gets hidden. We ruse together in the raw places because we’re authentic, and we have the keys—members of the Hot Club; being honest, open and transparent.
Who is Tammy Ingram, aka Tammy Tangent?
Tammy Tangent’s Unfiltered, Silly Writings
Who is Tammy Ingram, aka Tammy Tangent?
Where The Unfiltered Voice Comes Out To Play!
I won’t burden you with the whole laundry list of degrees, licenses, and certifications—though there are many. What matters more is the story behind them; the road that shaped me.
For years, I tried to heal without being held.
Serve without resting.
Lead without being seen.
Like many women, I survived more than I ever spoke out loud.
Trauma.
Generational dysfunction.
Spiritual wounds.
Silence.
Expectations.
And the weight of being “the strong one” until my soul buckled.
Then came resurrection—not the pretty kind.
The kind that crawls out of the grave still shaking, still bruised, but refusing to stay buried.
My calling is simple:
Heal the children
by healing their mothers
by healing their environments
that wound them.
God assigned me specifically to:
Women in uniform, beloved women in civilian life—especially the wounded and the unseen—and the children connected to them. And within those spaces, my heart is drawn to the ones carrying silent trauma no one ever tended.
I am not here to impress anyone.
I am here to break chains: the quiet ones, the generational ones, the ones no one talks about.
If you’re here, it means your story matters to God; and we’re going to make sure it finally matters to you, too.
Riding Free
Who is Tammy Ingram, aka Tammy Tangent?
Where The Unfiltered Voice Comes Out To Play!
I won’t burden you with the whole laundry list of degrees, licenses, and certifications—though there are many. What matters more is the story behind them; the road that shaped me.
For years, I tried to heal without being held.
Serve without resting.
Lead without being seen.
Like many women, I survived more than I ever spoke out loud.
Trauma.
Generational dysfunction.
Spiritual wounds.
Silence.
Expectations.
And the weight of being “the strong one” until my soul buckled.
Then came resurrection—not the pretty kind.
The kind that crawls out of the grave still shaking, still bruised, but refusing to stay buried.
My calling is simple:
Heal the children
by healing their mothers
by healing their environments
that wound them.
God assigned me specifically to:
Women in uniform, beloved women in civilian life, especially the wounded and the unseen, and the children connected to them. And within those spaces, my heart is drawn to the ones carrying silent trauma no one ever tended.
I am not here to impress anyone.
I am here to break chains: the quiet ones, the generational ones, the ones no one talks about.
If you’re here, it means your story matters to God; and we’re going to make sure it finally matters to you, too.
Until next time…
My Words About the Bride of Christ…
The Bride of Christ!
The Bride of Christ
When the Church Is Not the Safest Place!
In My Words…
I love the Church.
And because I love her, I have to tell the truth.
Somewhere along the way, we began confusing protecting the institution with protecting the people. In that confusion, something devastating has happened: victims have been silenced, minimized, or spiritually managed—while predators have been shielded, excused, or quietly relocated.
This is not an exaggeration.
And it is not rare.
Churches are often described as safe havens, but for many, they have been anything but. Predators know this. They understand that churches offer trust, access, language that can be twisted, and communities that are often more concerned with reputation than reckoning.
Abuse does not stop at the church doors.
Sometimes, it hides behind them.
The most dangerous environments are not always the loud or obviously broken ones. They are the places where appearances matter more than truth, where “forgiveness” is rushed, where accountability is avoided, and where those who speak up are labeled divisive, bitter, or unspiritual.
Jesus never protected predators.
He protected the vulnerable; and He confronted systems that crushed them.
If the Church is to reflect Christ, then we must be willing to ask hard questions:
Who are we really protecting?
Who is paying the cost of our silence?
And what would it look like to believe victims first?
This isn’t about tearing the Church down.
It’s about calling her back to integrity.
Awareness is not an attack.
Truth is not rebellion.
And listening to survivors is not a threat to faith; it’s evidence of it.
If the Church is to be a refuge again, it must become a place where light is welcomed, not feared… even when that light exposes what we wish wasn’t there.
Until next time…
Keep being Amazing You!