My story begins in an agency in a city that used to be called Madras. I was selling toothpaste and having a good time doing it – which, as you may know, is crucial to being a copywriter – and then I blew it. I started caring too much about my target audience. I didn’t want to push toothpaste in their face. I didn’t want to make them pay more for a shampoo that would do less. So I moved on to pursue art for art’s sake. Not for toiletries’. I’ll write for my target audience, I thought. So, among other things, I wrote two novels. I travelled with a theatre troupe. I rediscovered yoga. I now live in a suburb just outside Boston trying to juggle the eight limbs of yoga, my husband, daughter, and my next book.