Meet Metra (mee-trah)

A UW–Madison school of journalism graduate, Metra Farrari landed her dream job right out of college to become a member of the production team for the final three seasons of The Oprah Winfrey Show.

Chicago proved to be fruitful; Metra picked up a husband, a big-boned (fat) cat, and lifelong friends, but the draw of family called her home to Minnesota. A self-proclaimed nap-time novelist, Metra managed to write her debut novel to the soundtrack of the everyday chaos that comes with raising three small children.

When not squirreled away in her writing nook, Metra can be found unapologetically consuming reality shows, training for a half marathon to the motivational beat of suspenseful audiobooks, and negotiating with her husband for another cat. Metra is a first generation Persian-American and resides in Minneapolis with her family.

More Tidbits About Me(tra):

Proud to be a basic bitch millennial

I’m here to own my love for PSLs, leggings, Kate Middleton, Friends references and responding to texts with the perfectly curated gif. Yes, there’s a million of me out there, but I’d befriend each and every fellow BBM! 

I’m a SAHM (read: domestic engineer)

I still feel like a tween myself but somehow have to be a *real grownup* each and every day to three little darlings. (If adulting means eating food thrown on the floor, I’m doing a phenomenal job.)

My hobbies include listening to an audiobook while watching TV on CC while scrolling through IG while folding laundry. I’m a woman of many talents.

I’m a first gen Persian-American.

Sometimes, being a ‘Metra’ in a world of Sarahs and Katies was tough. But creating my own taglines helped: “My name is Metra, like, it’s nice to meet-ya, Metra” and “It’s not pronounced meh-tra...there’s not one meh thing about me.”

I’m obsessed with my cat, Lester (named after Dateline host extraordinaire, Lester Holt)

But don’t try to push your social conformities on me...I am able to equally love both cats AND dogs. So yes, please refer to me as a crazy cat lady, but you better believe that I’m going to stop in my tracks to pet the sh** out of a passing dog.

I was a competition cheerleader

I like to nonchalantly throw in (like now) that I used to be a competition cheerleader but fail to grasp it was like ALMOST TWO DECADES AGO…