Stay at home mom of two. Married to this guy. Nostalgia machine. Living under a technological rock, pouring out my soul into TextEdit or else paper notebooks.
I studied Geophysics, Linguistics, and Geospatial Information Sciences at UC Berkeley. I worked on graphics and layout for our college paper. I worked in finance. I’m godawful at flute but I performed in marching bands and wind ensembles throughout my schooling.
Mandarin is my native language, but I'm severely struggling to teach it to my toddlers. I’ve studied classical Latin and Arabic in college, to mixed success. I can’t understand my French in-laws at all, not for lack of trying. I cherish reading and writing, but for now it almost feels too fragile to talk about. All my life I’ve enjoyed dabbling in photography, sketching, calligraphy, and now sewing.
Inherently, I have a penchant for somber stories about love and loss. No one in my family gets this, except perhaps my mother, and even she finds my tastes too grim sometimes. I love reading about writers’ lives, even when it morbidly makes me want to kill off my own writing.
All of the stories here are true, and deeply personal. Names have been changed. I do my best to not throw people under the bus, or at least to anonymize them without flattening the character.
Send me a note at: ssoleliu [at] proton [dot] me