Who am I?

If I ever find the answer, I might scream it to the world at the top of my voice.

But for now, the world calls me a woman.

I was sent to college to acquire a management degree, and somehow ended up making a living in the corporate training world — helping people learn, communicate, grow and occasionally question why meetings need to be meetings.

I cook when I want to create something with my hands.

I listen to music when words aren't enough.

I travel whenever the world outside my window starts feeling too small.

I eat with unreasonable enthusiasm because food, in my opinion, deserves to be taken seriously.

And I write.

Not because I have figured life out.

Quite the opposite.

I write because life keeps leaving little pieces of itself behind — a conversation, a face, a place, a heartbreak, a ridiculous incident, a smell, a song, a sunset, a thought that arrives at 2 AM and refuses to leave.

Sometimes I write to understand what I feel.

Sometimes I write because something made me laugh.

Sometimes because something hurt.

And sometimes, for no particularly respectable reason at all.

I simply have a thought fluttering around inside my head and I need to let it fly.

So this isn’t really an "About Me" page.

It’s more of a "This is what I know about myself so far" page.

And honestly?

The list is still under construction.