As a child, I was a bit confused by all the cultural blending going on about me (for example, how my father went to church in the woods and my mother loved to observe a stricter service inside) and so I earned a degree in anthropology, my attempt to find the patterns. I used to think there was a right pattern for my life; now I know it’s about appreciating the variations and the imperfections in the weave, especially those that sent me off in a new direction.