Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.
— Jose Saramago
 
- photo by Yan Palmer

- photo by Yan Palmer

Here’s where I’m supposed to write something that conveys my artistic sensibility and makes me sound effortlessly cool. But, in reality, I'm not that cool, and nothing worthwhile is done without effort.

So, I'll just tell you, I was born in Canada, but my heart belongs to the world. I've spent the past 12 years in Asia with my husband as we've grown our family, expanded our hearts, and learned more about how to be a human. I have three kids, a daughter born in Japan, a son born in Indonesia, and another daughter born in China. FYI Indonesia was my favorite. Everyone always asks. :) 

I make pictures and tell stories. I do yoga from time to time, but then everyone does yoga. I care more about boutique children’s clothing brands than is probably healthy. I perpetually have the intention to do a Whole30 or something, but then I really believe that life is short and small pleasures matter. I always have 27 tabs open in three browser windows and that is probably a pretty good metaphor for how my life is. The thought of moving somewhere and settling forever terrifies me. I feel relatively uncomfortable beginning so many sentences with the word “I”. I believe in kindness and goodness. I crave the ache of opening the heart and growing out wings. I know about that space between heartache and gratitude. I live my life guided by the ideal that making something beautiful is enough.