Tuesday, November 8, 2016

I'm with her. For me.

Dear Daughter,

A little over eight years ago, I stood at a polling station in the Clarendon neighborhood of Arlington, Virginia and thought long and hard about the vote I'd cast.

One choice was Hillary Clinton, a woman of tremendous accomplishment and rich experience whose decades in the public spotlight had been hard on her.

The other choice was Barack Obama, a young candidate with much less experience, but whose vision and soaring rhetoric were igniting renewed passion and hope in a nation sorely lacking those things.

No matter what choice I made, one of these candidates would make history: Barack, as the first black man to be a major party candidate; Hillary, as the first woman.

I voted for Barack. I've thought about that choice every day since.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Toddlers, aka Parental Smug-Busters

I've been meaning to post this one for a few months, but alas, my summer was completely insane and involved three major work projects and travel to no less than 7 different states over a 6 week period. Not kidding.

But while work was helping me rack up the frequent flyer miles, my precious baby was rapidly going full-blown toddler on me. I might have been up in the sky, but she made it her mission to take her poor parents down a few pegs.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The Age of Contrarius

Avery's first word was "uh-oh."

Not a blunt "uh-oh," but a sing-songy "uh-oh" -- rising pitch on the "uh" and descending terminal pitch on the "oh."

Learned, evidently, from a toy known as The Laugh & Play Puppy, which says "uh-oh" if you knock it over. It took Avery less than two months to kill it she knocked it over so many times.

Adorable. And a harbinger of things to come.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The Chronicles of Raleigh

I know, I know. It's been a very long time. Like months. I know this, because I started writing this post...months ago. Suffice it to say, I've been extremely busy it work. It did not help that every time I started writing this, I'd start laughing uncontrollably. Yes, I'm a horrible comedian. I laugh at my own jokes. Sorry not sorry.

For those of you who have not given up all hope of me every writing here again, thank you. And I hope the following will serve as some small reward for your loyalty....


Raleigh is a goldendoodle. A small, black (yes, black) golden doodle who belongs to my sister, Jenna,  and her fiancĂ©, Jay.

Raleigh has already achieved a modicum of internet fame for being the starring pet in Jay's recent article for Deadspin on how to housetrain your puppy.

Raleigh is about to be exposed for what she is: the antithesis to my joy.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

On Oven Cleaning

The brand new oven in our brand new house spent approximately one week in it's pristine virgin state.

Then I found some beautiful rhubarb at Pike Place Market.

Why, you ask? Because when you find beautiful, in-season rhubarb at your famous local farmer's market, you buy it, chop it up, and bake it into delicious strawberry-rhubarb pies. And when you're in a rush to get said pies in the over so you can do a zillion other things around the house before your toddler awakens from her nap, you forget the cardinal rule of baking fruit pies: put something (tinfoil,  cookie sheets, something, anything!) underneath the pie tins.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

New Home, Day 1

If you read my last post, you know that Mark and I have a long and inglorious history with household appliances. For some reason, we were under the impression that our run of incredibly bad luck had to do with our house.

As is always the case when it comes to us and appliances, we were so wrong. So wrong.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

A few words on home ownership

Fair warning: most of them are curses and appliances.

Also fair warning: these are all totally #firstworldproblems. I know it. I feel an appropriate amount of guilt over it. It doesn't mean I haven't suffered through them.

But before I get to that, a little history (husband rolls eyes). Before there was the Black Plate Special, there were the beginnings of another blog, one whose stated purpose was to educate the blithe, giddy, and unsuspecting new homeowner about the woe, misery, and cynicism that was about the befall them. As dogged resignation took the place of rage and indignation, the need to write about this topic in particular fell by the wayside, and the blog was lost to the memory of the Internets.

But now... a small return to this origin is warranted. Why, you ask? Because tomorrow morning we will officially become the owners of a new home -- a home that is lovely and well-built and most of all, practical. It is for this reason, on the eve of leaving our first home, that it feels fitting to recount the first four and a half years of Mark's and my journey as homeowners.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Women in STEM kick ass

Today is International Women's Day. Lots of women doing lots of things worth celebrating, but as a woman who works in tech, I really wanted to call out two things. First, the absolutely badass women who refused to take "no" for an answer and relentlessly beat down every door slammed in their face on the way to greatness in STEM fields. Second, my own personal experience in STEM.

I know, I know, it's been forever since I've posted here. I owe you a longer and funnier one and believe me, I'm working on it. For for now, go check out my posts over on the ExtraHop blog and on LinkedIn. I hope you'll find it worthwhile reading.

Also, go out and show your support for women all over the world on Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter -- whatever your social drug of choice -- with the hashtag #PledgeForParity. Don't argue. Just do it.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Getting obsessed with songs: Toddler Edition

Pause for a moment and sing to yourself "Row Row Row Your Boat." Got that melody in your head? Good.

Now instead of "Row, row, row your boat," insert the words "Sing, sing, sing hello, sing hello to [BLANK]! Sing, sing, sing hello, sing hello to [BLANK]."

Now imagine singing that song approximately five million times over the course of a month.