Growing up just outside Pasadena, CA – my innate desire to create was evident from an early age. From crafting and sewing clothes for my stuffed animals to playing the piano and exploring nature, I found joy in bringing something new into existence. My parents played a significant role in nurturing my creative spirit, each expressing their own unique forms of creativity.

My dad channeled his creativity through various artistic pursuits – writing, leatherwork, woodwork, calligraphy, and tending to our vibrant garden – he exemplified the embodiment of a true Renaissance soul. My mom, a dedicated nurse for over 40 years, modestly claims not to possess a creative bone in her body. However, I see her creativity shine brightly in the kitchen, where she effortlessly makes homemade meals that bring family and friends together. I have many fond memories of gathering around the dining table during holidays or just a normal weekday, savoring the dishes she poured her heart and soul into. Throughout my school years, my dad played an equally essential role in my love for food. Each day, he lovingly prepared a homemade lunch for me, complete with a handwritten note. These small gestures filled my days with warmth, reminding me of the power of personal touches and the profound impact they can have on our lives.