For as terrible as the Covid-19 pandemic has been and continues to be, it catapulted my dreams of being a remote worker! Once it became clear that my spouse and I would be able to move away from the city and keep our jobs we booked it eastward – we drove from San Francisco to…

It was surreal being in a big city at a big tech company. There was swag and expensive equipment waiting for me at my very own desk, free lunch and so many beverages! I’m a beverage fiend so this was all very acceptable. I commuted on the train each morning and squeezed in some gym…

The last time I saw my mom she commented on how things like sci-fi and computers were boring and that those were things that men like to talk about. She was worried about me as I struggled in limbo after the bootcamp, unemployed and enduring interviews she could never know the half of. She pleaded…

For San Francisco rent on one salary our quality of life went way down, but after the shock of the constant city hum wore off, I was glad to be there. That said, nothing in my life thus far had removed me so much from my family than the move to a big city. No…

I got married! My husband was great with computers, the son of an IT manager and an avid gamer with a brilliant mind, he wandered into a tech lead position at a small company while finishing up his online CS degree. Once I graduated, we were both longing to be somewhere else, anywhere else, for…

Wow. I was a college student. My time at College of the Atlantic was probably the most challenging academically in all my years of study. Here I was a country girl, the very first in my family to go to a 4 year college and I fell into the most graduate school-like undergrad program imaginable.…

Yes, like in Disney’s Aladdin. A song I would play many times on the out of tune piano inherited from my uncle that sat in the dark living room in my parent’s house. I had just come back from taking care of my rich boyfriend’s family’s great camp that sat peacefully on a private lake…

Hi. I’m a cisgendered white girl from the rural rocky mountains in the U.S.  My mom was a waitress, my dad a carpenter. They were high school graduates, estranged from mormon upbringings. Plagued by mental illness, emotional immaturity, and trauma, they still managed to raise us children and keep food on our plates, albeit leaving…