Why I write?
To tell stories, especially the stories that validate my own existence and the experiences of ‘bicultural’ people like me, challenged to navigate the sometimes contradictory traditions that surround us.
To make people think differently about what they thought they knew.
To create a world that I want to inhabit, where the good far outweighs the bad.
To invite others to see into this world and, for a short while, at least, to share it with me.
To make people laugh – and yes, maybe, cry a little.
To demystify the unknown, the ‘other’.
I write because I worry that there are not enough writers telling the stories of people like me.
I write to show that fundamentally, despite the diversity of our appearance, just below the shade of skin that we each carry on the outside, we are all the same; we all love, we all cry, we all want to be seen and heard, and accepted.