Since I’m from and live in LA, it’s only right for me to start every intro by oversharing how much I love the beach. And while we’re on the topic, I prefer it to be a sunny 78 degrees, with a sandwich in hand. Also, because I’m completely unoriginal, I love watching just about any reality TV show — I’m not picky. And whenever I have time, I try to bake for whoever is willing to try what I make (they’re not always perfect, but they’re made with love 🥲).

Growing up, I spent a lot of time in my parents' home country, Taiwan, traveling back and forth between Taipei and suburban LA. Raised by immigrants, I navigated life with English as my second language, which instilled in me a deep appreciation for the power of communication and storytelling.

I often think of my parents when I work—not just because their sacrifices brought me here, but because, ironically, my work revolves around a language they don’t speak. My parents moved to a foreign country so that I could have the opportunity to make a difference in the world. And while I may not be making drastic changes, what I’ve learned is that if one of the most widely used tools in the world—language—isn’t accessible, then what’s the point?

And if my own parents can’t understand it, then seriously, what is the point?