Growing up just outside Pasadena, CA – my innate desire to create was evident from an early age. Whether it was crafting, hand-sewing clothes for my stuffed animals, playing piano, or immersing myself in the wonders of nature – I found solace and fulfillment in the act of bringing something new into existence. This creative spirit was nurtured by the influence of my parents, who each expressed their own unique forms of creativity.

My dad, a multi-talented individual, 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 with over 40 years of experience, modestly claims not to possess a creative bone in her body. However, I beg to differ. Her creativity shines brightly in the kitchen, where she effortlessly whips up homemade meals that bring family and friends together. I have fond memories of gathering around the dining room table during holidays or just on a normal weekday, savoring the delicious 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 infused my days with warmth, reminding me of the power of personal touches and the profound impact they can have on our lives.