Facts About Me






  • I go by either Sifa or Annie

  • I'm 50 years old

  • Born in London, UK

  • Three children: Michael, Christina and Sarah

  • Married 27 years

  • Filipino/Chinese by blood, Brit by birth, lived in America for 35 years

  • Bachelors of Arts in Foreign Language Education, Masters of Arts in Teaching

  • Alumna of Virginia Tech

  • Writer since age 8, haven't stopped writing since

  • Left handed, though I play musical instruments right handed

  • Can play piano, guitar, mandolin and ukelele. Learning erhu and bowed psaltry

  • Dealt with rheumatoid arthritis for the past 17 years

  • Speaks English, German, some Italian, Spanish and French. Learning Chinese and Tagalog

  • Draws and paints, both with traditional and digital media

  • Plays video games



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