Tag: Half

Come Smash the Second Half of March With Me!

My efforts in March have been weak by my standards. The month started with our amazing spring break vacation to Florida. Once we returned, it was side hustle “catch-up” time and playoff time for both of my kid’s hockey teams. I coach both of them, so it’s been busy! ...

Preparing Data for Analysis is (more than) Half the Battle

Just last week, a colleague mentioned that while he does a lot of study design these days, he no longer does much data analysis. His main reason was that 80% of the work in data analysis is preparing the data for analysis. Data preparation is s-l-o-w and he found that few colleagues and...

The Missing Half: How I Found My Father Through DNA Testing

Inthe months before I contacted my dad to alert him of my existence, I’d begun paying attention to the birds that frequented my backyard garden. By that time, my husband and I had lived in our 1920's butter-yellow house in Seattle for a few years already, but this was the first year tha...

Please Don???t Refer to Me as ???Half??? Black

Growing up as the child of an interracial and interfaith marriage in the early 1990s and 2000s, there weren’t a lot of resources available to help me navigate those dynamics. It was a time where we were still promoting “color-blind” as our best anti-racist efforts. And so at that t...

How Portland Can Cut its Pedestrian Fatalities in Half

Over a dozen European countries require pedestrians wear reflectors at night. When implemented, statistics universally show a 30–50% reduction in pedestrian fatalities. There are certain statistical constants in human behavior. Worldwide, pretty much 75% of pedestrian traffic deaths occur a...

Women Hold Up Half The Sky

She sits in a small hut somewhere in Nepal’s rugged mountain world, hiding from the scorching April sun. A slender woman with matted hair. A single streak peeks out from underneath her battered towel, which she has wrapped around her head like a majestic turban. Next to her on the dusty flo...

Half Of The World

The sun sat low when we entered Isfahan, casting a warm yellow light. We stopped at a spot along the bank of the Zayandeh River, a waterway that bisects the city. “Cross that bridge and take your time. I will drive around and meet you on the other side,” our guide shouted and drove of...