Women & Code
One of my few 2013 resolutions (ok, through 2023) is to reach out and help other technical women in the software industry.
With Sheryl Sandberg’s book (LeanIn) to the numerous activities and initiates for women, I want to chip into the process.
Here’s some inspiration for all technical woman of all levels:
I will update as I get more involved in local Seattle activities.
Birthdays are not the same since Mami gone. The last few years we had a contest who would call first on my birthday. I would call her on my B-day to thank her, as should all children.
I wouldn’t be me without her.
Miss her dearly..
A bright but drizzly day in Seattle in the mid 50s on this Easter Sunday. Since the wet weather was not conducive to our a normal 40 mile bike ride, Robert and I decided to partake in a little science experiment in the kitchen: baking cookies.
The specific cookie challenge: Oatmeal-Raisin Chocolate Chip Cookies. Here’s my recipe modeled after a recipe from MyRecipes version.
Servings: about 28 cookies.
- 3/4 cup butter, softened
- 3/4 cup granulated sugar
- 3/4 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 cup uncooked quick-cooking oats
- 3/4 teaspoon salt
- 6-ounce semisweet chocolate morsels
- 1/2 cup raisins (Suggestion: if raisins are very dry, soak in a little liquid like rum to hydrate).
1. Flour mixture: Combine flour, baking soda, oats and salt in a small bowl. Set aside.
2. Butter mixture: Beat softened butter, granulated sugar and brown sugar with an electric mixer until creamy. Add eggs and vanilla. Beat until blended.
3. Gradually add butter mixture to flour mixture. (I mixed with a large spoon).
4. Stir in chocolate morsels and raisins.
5. Lightly grease baking sheet with butter or Pam Cooking Spray
6. Drop cookie dough in tablespoons about 1 inch apart on baking sheet.
7. Bake at 350 degree for 8 to 14 minutes or until golden brown and slightly crunchy.
8. Remove to wire rack to completely cool
Back in March, Robert and I spent a long weekend with friends in Park City, Utah. First time I’d ever been to Utah and it had been at least 5 years since I put on a pair of skis.
As expected, we had a fantastic time, skiing, hiking, eating and enjoying the company of great friends.
There is a difference between old and precious. They are not alway synonymous.
After the passing of my maternal grandmother, my mom gave each one of us a wooden figurine of a Three Kings nativity set. They are hand carved and have been handed down for at least 3 generations from the Ramos-Munoz family.
The ability to touch something that has such emotional value for a number of generations is precious.
My crocuses have died a few weeks ago and the leaves of the tulips are popping up everywhere. To me spring is almost over once I see the tulips flowering in their full glory.
I have been spring cleaning since January, in hopes it would lead to sunnier if not warmer days.
My spring to-do/wish list? No rain weekends so I can ride on my new bike!
[Portrait of Ralph Burns, Edwin A. Finckel, George Handy, Neal Hefti, Johnny Richards, and Eddie Sauter, Museum of Modern Art, New York, N.Y., ca. Mar. 1947] (LOC)
The Louve in Paris is one of my favorites as is the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. I love the variety as well as the various masters they house. When living in Manhattan I would spend an afternoon just wandering around and soaking all the beauty and diversity of the various collections. I always admire people's ability to express their creative gifts.
My favorite way of connecting with family and friends is email and Facebook. Although seen impersonal by some/many, the timezone difference between me in the West Coast and most everyone else on the East Coast, makes electronic communication a solution for me. I prefer face to face communications, but I have come to enjoy the richness of words and pictures to connect.
If an important issue arises, short of a quick flight east, a phone call or text message to connect for a phone is a must.
My resolutions to be healthier, happier and improving my work/life balance has been doing well so far. I guess the progress that is most impressive for me is listening to how I feel. If I am frustrated I talk to myself why and what I can do to change the situation or my perception of the situation.
I can only change my behavior or reactions to others.
This simple little fact has made most of the difference.
I have been struggling for months (okay years really) on my various stories. I have journaled on and off for years.
In my quest for anything that would help me trigger memories, stories, or emotions, I searched or journaling prompts. I found
the Blog’s title at trycreativewritting.com (catchy url). The prompt caught my eye. It’s something prolific my mother would say.
I started at 11 to write a few prolific words in my lock-key dairy things like: “Went to school today.” I would do anything for those old diaries and notebooks. I like most teenagers in the 1970s had emotion angst about David Cassidy and Donny Osmond, that my world was sure to come to an end if I never met them or be able to watch “The Partridge Family” or any variety show with Osmonds in their line-up.
Unfortunately most of my earliest journals were lost, after my mother found a copy of the book, My Mother, MySelf by Nancy Friday. Mother, a devout Puerto Rican Catholic, (yeah they are different strand of Catholicism) was very upset thinking that I (at the time the tender age of 18) was blaming her for all my life troubles. I was my mother’s oldest and a daughter at that who was trying to search for life’s meaning at a tender young age. My mom’s goal was make sure I would not be another statistic; less than 10% of Puerto Ricans in NYC graduated from High School, less than 1% of them went on to college; the unwed teenage pregnancy among Puerto Rican girls was astronomical (something like 50%).
My early journalling expressed my fears of not becoming a statistic and getting an education my own mother was denied by her father.
How could I achieve that goal when every day was the same? Every morning followed night. Every night followed day.
Forty years later, I did perserve. But I became another statistic. A NY woman of Puerto Rican descent who graduated from college, attained an MBA and has a successful career in technology.
Just taking one step at a time, one day after another.
What will tomorrow bring?