Retired from careers in sales, design, and art consultation, I am a creative person with a keen sense of beauty and harmony. I read, I write, and occasionally I paint. I live in Toronto with my husband, and our only daughter currently lives in San Francisco.

I was born in Hungary among the post-war boom of babies. We boomers were cherished as the hope of a future that promised peace and prosperity. After the war, Hungary was assigned to the eastern bloc of countries under Soviet rule but it wasn’t long before Hungarians rebelled against the oppressive Soviet regime and a wave of immigration landed me in Canada.

I was lucky enough to have received a good public education and the freedom to become anything I wanted to be. Unfortunately this open-ended potential was too broad to lock me on to any specific path and I spent my twenties trying to ‘find myself.’ I dabbled in art and aesthetics, in design and sales. Finally I declared myself an art consultant and built a small business doing corporate and commercial art sales.

It wasn’t until my retirement years that I discovered my true passion ‒ writing. I embraced this pursuit whole heartedly, enrolled at the University of Toronto, and earned a Certificate in Creative Writing. My first amateurish attempt at a novel sits securely locked in an archive and serves as a reference on what not to do as a writer.

With the completion of my second novel, and the publication of some of my early short stories, I can legitimately call myself a writer.