This week

Rosé lyfe.

BOOM. It’s summer. I drank rosé on the patio on Wednesday evening with bare arms and bare legs AND never got chilly. I came in because it got too dark to read at 9:30pm. PRAISE HANDS. We’re kicking off our semi-regular loose knit BBQ series tonight and it’s gonna be a blast. Summer is my #1 lovah.


John Malkovich being perfectly weird and hilarious. Spotify’s secret corners. How Old Navy came back from the dead. The NYT did a very nice and long overdue profile of (mostly white, ugh) female artists which would be phenomenal if it wasn’t a searing reminder of how salient this Guerrilla Girls poster remains. The left debate on Bernie Sanders. M.I.A. and FKA twigs on appropriation. Money lessons from Mom and Dad. The commodification of breast milk.


Seattle teachers held a totally awesome one day strike for education funding last week. Go SEA!


The Helio Sequence – The Helio Sequence (it’s only 35 min long but very good)

Made in Heights – Without My Enemy What Would I Do (yes yes yes)

Hot Chip – Why Make Sense? (all of the suggestions this week are variations on “hell yes, summer forever”)

On Being 28

Today I turn 29 which just feels damn weird. I have no real qualms about the twilight of my 20s but I suspect I’ll go back and forth on that 100 times over the next year. 28 was a grounding year. It was a year of building resilience, being open, and standing up for myself.

On my 28th birthday I woke up and went to work. I had always taken my birthday off but was hording vacation days and it seemed like the responsible thing to do. Dumb. No, never again. I’m a lady of leisure today, responsible only to my whims and pleasures. It’s better this way.

In June, I finally got a permanent position and successfully negotiated a big kid salary thanks to a serious cadre of badass business-minded girlfriends.

DF mural

Palacio Nacional, Mexico City, July 2014

In July, I tagged along with Jorge to Mexico. We’ve been buddies for years and it was so fun to meet his extended family and whoop it up at a true Mexican wedding. We headed back to Mexico City for several days to look at murals, consume our body weight in tacos, and watch grown men fight each other in colorful spandex. Exploring the Coyoacan and paying our respects to Trotsky was far and away the highlight of the trip.


Trotsky House, Mexico City, July 2014

I got back from Mexico and went on a bit of a dating binge. It was super fun to meet tons of new people and temporarily live in a whirlwind of messages, happy hours, and new lipstick. Dating taught me an airtight 20 minute prep scheme that I will probably use for the rest of my life. Enthusiasm for Tinder waned right as I was prepping for a family trip to the UK in September so I kissed the summer good-bye and got on a plane to London.

SEA > LHR, September 2014

My parents had originally conspired to introduce me and my brother to Europe the summer of 2000. Ha! The best laid plans and all that. We spent a week in London together as a family conquering museums and plays during the day and then breaking off in the evening for some unstructured activity. Mike came with a list of bars and I volunteered as an eager research assistant.

St. James Park, London

V&A Museum, London

For the second half of our trip, I forged my own path and headed north for a week in Scotland. It was so great to travel alone again. Travel buddies are wonderful but I had missed the quiet solitude of sitting alone on a train, learning a new city the hard way, and doing exactly what I pleased. I split my time between Edinburgh and the Highlands. Edinburgh with its rain, walkable downtown, and great food culture made this Seattlelite feel right at home. The last three days were a tour of northern Scotland and the Isle of Skye. Scotland is achingly, consumingly beautiful. I knew I wanted to return as soon as I arrived. The beauty of the country feels largely untouched and ruggedly wild. The scenery absolutely commands your attention but there’s nowhere you’d rather be looking so it works out perfectly.

Advocate’s Close, Edinburgh, September 2014

Scotland, September 2014

Scotland, September 2014

Portree, Isle of Skye, Scotland, September 2014

Scotland, September 2014

Edinburgh, September 2014

I landed back in the US in early October and closed out the last few months of the year with a carousel of concerts, weekend road trips, and a return to cooking at home. These stretches of busy but “normal” is what keeps us moving. Work picked up and then settled back down. We hit a recruiting benchmark, high fived, and committed to doing it again next year.

If you don’t know now you know, October 2014

Chores with Kat, Herkimer Coffee, November 2014

Post-Thanksgiving quarters, Comet Tavern, November 2014

2015 dawned and promised to be full of friends and community. I kicked it off by heading to Oregon for the weekend to see Sparky. We drank a lot of wine, main lined old episodes of Sex and the City, and admired a lot of very pretty things we cannot afford at Nordstrom. Basically, it was all the best parts of high school all over again and it was wonderful.

Winter sailing, January 2015

I had made a commitment to do a bunch more sailing last summer but totally fell down on the task. Sailing has come back into my life over the last year and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. Being on the water is a rare sort of relaxation. Everyone is afraid of dropping their phones in the water so they mostly stay packed away and we get to converse with the people around us. My racing skills are definitely rusty but now that I’ve found a bit of a crew I’m pumped to do some small boat sailing this summer and get back into fighting form.


Texas wildflowers, April 2015

In April, I flew down to Texas to officiate Kristin and Cody’s wedding. What an overwhelming honor to marry one of your best friends to her forever dude. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house but it had precious little to do with the words coming out of my mouth. K & C are just Good People who have built an amazing community all over the country that descended on Cody’s family home to surround them in love. It was a magical day.

Puget Sound, May 2015

Big thanks to everyone that has made this year possible. So many of you provided critical advice on myriad topics that helped me refine my outlook and maintain my sanity. 28 involved a fair amount of personal growth and the hand wringing (and let’s be honest, occasional tears) that go along with that. I could not have done it without you. MWAH.


Salmon Bay Marina, Seattle


This week

Boat St Cafe, Seattle

Birthdays are a Big Deal in the Land of Liz and the approach of 29 has not been without celebration. My parents treated me to a birthday dinner at Boat Street Cafe, a Seattle institution that’s closing in a few short weeks. It’s always fun to get some dedicated face time with T & K. Such is the curse of the eldest child, always a bit indignant that attention must occasionally be divided. I was blessed with wonderful parents that dole out encouragement and zingers in equal measure. My dad, in true dad form, always allows me the opportunity to pay the check before dramatically sighing and pulling out his wallet as if we didn’t all know he was going to pay all along. Thanks for stuffing your faces full of amaretto bread pudding with me. I love you.


No justice, no…anything. Do more things alone (its so glorious). The Closet Feminist. Angelenos “discover New York”. The durable and hilarious polemic of 9 to 5. Real food cut into perfect cubes. The “science” of daydreams. Rory and her not so hot life choices.


BB King live in Sing Sing prison.


Giorgio Moroder and Sia – Deja vu (Bump it.)

Mother’s Day Weekend

Any weekend that begins with Sleater-Kinney and ends with celebrating my wonderful mom is going to be killer. My brother rolled into town to up the magic and brought sunshine and 70 degree days with him. Thanks Mike!

The Last Word and a Rye Manhattan, Zig Zag, Seattle

Kat and I kicked off Friday with a long overdue roommate date night at Zig Zag followed by Sleater-Kinney making our teenage riot grrrl dreams come true. I’m nominally against concert photos but Carrie Brownstein stood on top of the drum stand in a leather mini skirt and everything about feminism rang strong and true in my heart.

Punk rock with Kat

Sleater-Kinney, Showbox, Seattle

We celebrated an early Mother’s Day on Saturday. Breaking all convention my brother and mom worked together to produce an absolutely delicious smoked salmon Benedict and we lazed around for a bit. Later that afternoon, Siiri and Mike’s long time friend, L, came over for an extended family happy hour on the back porch. Ugh, I know, worst Saturday ever. After a couple glasses of Mike’s kitchen sink punch the “kids” split and headed out for dinner and an evening in gorgeous, sunny Seattle.

Saturday afternoon punch

Happy hour snacks

Capitol Hill Gothic

Goobery goober pt 1

Goobery goober pt 2

❤ Mikey ❤

Lil Woody’s, Seattle

This week


I’m a total sham. I was super drawn to the gif of Peggy Olson (SPOILER ALERT) walking into McCann Erickson that I’m willing to draw the wrath of Amy’s constant texts urging me to catch up to share it with you. Peggy Olson is the hands down Queen of the Badasses. May we all strive to channel her forthright declaration of what she’s owed.


Reexamining The Wire in light of Baltimore. Elissa’s photos from her recent trip to the PNW. As the token female member of this action-adventure team, my job is to kick. Why I hate men. The NYT did an excellent piece on the seedy underbelly of nail salons (additional props for publishing in multiple languages).


Peggy Olson supercutThe British general election, explained.


Spring sprung ’15 (a playlist for warm evenings and flower walks)

This week

Happy International Workers’ Day! Today is a day to celebrate the labor that produces all the wealth in our society. In 1886, more than 200,000 workers across the US struck as part of a struggle for the eight hour workday. Today, the holiday is celebrated all over the world to mark to the radical history of the workers’ rights movement and demand justice and power for working people. Si se piede!


Tina Belcher touching butts (hopefully consensually). Out of the museum, into the street. Investigating “hehehe”.

The Baltimore Reader: Non-violence as compliance by Ta-Nehisi Coates; Cops are the terrorists in our neighborhood by D. Watkins; We have a right to be in the streets for Freddie by Alana Davenport; When rioting is rational by Michael Gould-Wartofsky; The long, painful and repetitive history of how Baltimore became Baltimore by Emily Badger


7 tips to get through the horror of running into your ex, featuring my lovely former classmate, Claire.


Nina Simone – Baltimore

Pinkshinyultrablast – Everything Else Matters (dream pop; ideal for late afternoon beach make-outs…or so I suspect)