I have always liked listening to other people´s stories.  

I cleaned houses for 10 years while slowly acquiring a journalism degree. Come to think of it, I did this mainly so I had a right to ask other people for their stories.

Over the years I’ve had a lot of different kinds of jobs and I could tell you stories. I try to make sense of my experiences and what others tell me, usually at the same time. I have some boundary issues.  

I grew up with poverty and trauma and also surrounded by exquisite beauty. I fell in love with trees and with old houses. I learned to cook as a way of expressing love for others and for myself. Food is a bridge between the past and the future, and food is hope for the future, so I write about it. In general, I write about things that startle me.

Today, I have already cooked and eaten falafels and washed up. Now, I really should stop talking and get back to work.