Meet the Author
(The Lavender Goblin Behind This Entire Operation)
Hello. I am RaeRae.
Writer of books, herder of squirrels, emotional support gremlin, and unlicensed distributor of soft motivation.
If you are reading this page, it means one of three things:
You are curious.
You are lost.
You clicked the wrong link and now you are trapped here like a polite hostage.
Either way, welcome. Let me tell you how a first generation Asian American kid from an immigrant household ended up running an entire lavender multiverse fueled by boba and whatever shred of sanity I have left.
Where I Come From
I grew up in a bilingual, multicultural, emotionally unpredictable, absolutely loving immigrant household.
The kind where you learn:
to study like your life depends on it,
to clean like guests are arriving in five minutes,
to eat everything on your plate,
and to never waste anything except your own potential.
My family did not cross oceans and rebuild their lives just for me to sit quietly and behave. So naturally, I grew up chaotic.
Technically I am a first generation Asian American. But spiritually, I am a tired auntie who carries snacks and trauma humor.
I do not specify my exact cultural background because my work is for every Asian American kid who grew up between worlds. The ones who never saw themselves in books unless they were a stereotype or a side character. The ones who were told to be quiet, be good, and be practical.
Look at me now. I became none of those things. Blessed.
My Entire Life in High Definition Chaos
Before I became the creator of cuddly pandas, zen vibes, and emotional comfort stories, I spent over two decades in military intelligence.
Yes, I know.
The panda lady used to hunt vibes for the United States.
I served as:
an intelligence analyst (the brain job),
a human intelligence collector (the vibes and psychology job),
and a Reservist balancing military life with corporate life like a circus act nobody bought tickets for.
Twenty years gave me everything:
discipline,
resilience,
the ability to think under pressure,
the skill to communicate with humans who really do not want to talk,
and the emotional numbness needed to work in HR later.
Just trust me when I say this. I understand people.
Sometimes too well.
Sometimes not at all.
It depends on the caffeine level.
Corporate Life, The Art of Diplomacy, and Why I Can Never Unsee What I Have Seen
While serving, I also built a career in corporate middle management.
Yes, I lived in the Venn diagram overlap of:
HR disasters,
strategic planning,
personalities who think they are always right,
personalities who are never right,
people crying in conference rooms,
and PowerPoint. So. Much. PowerPoint.
My specialties included:
management,
strategy,
operations,
and human resources, which basically means I spent years navigating adult tantrums with professionalism and internal screaming.
Nothing prepares you for writing emotional stories better than working in HR.
Nothing prepares you for dealing with plot holes better than intelligence training.
So together they formed an unstoppable duo.
Motherhood, The Final Skill Tree
Now I am a mother inside a multicultural family. This stage of life taught me more about humanity than any intelligence school, HR seminar, or federal training ever did.
Kids will force emotional intelligence into your soul whether you want it or not.
They are tiny truth detectors with no filter.
They will ask you why the sky is blue, why the moon follows the car, and why you have wrinkles.
They will break you and rebuild you every single day.
Motherhood gave me softness.
Human intelligence gave me understanding.
HR gave me humor. At this point, I deserve a Ph.D Emotional Damage.
Corporate management gave me an aversion to group think, especially during virtual conferences (I hate you Zoom).
The Army gave me grit. An an addiction to sassy humor, sometimes a bit unhinged.
And the squirrels in my brain gave me creativity. They never sleep. I’ve asked them to. They refused.
Together they built the author I am now. The chao gremlin typing these stories today, whether the world was ready or not.
Why I Create Stories
I believe emotional resilience should feel warm, not sharp.
I believe storytelling is a safer teacher than lectures.
I believe humor reaches people faster than pressure.
And I believe soft motivation works better than shouting.
My worlds mix:
culture,
psychology,
emotional grounding,
Asian aesthetics,
spiritual calm,
cozy chaos,
and tiny lessons hidden inside gentle storytelling.
I want kids to feel represented and safe.
I want adults to feel understood.
I want teenagers to feel seen.
I want you to feel like this page gave you a hug and a laugh at the same time.
The Ingredients That Power Me
My productivity system is held together by:
boba,
caffeine,
naps,
the adrenaline rush of new ideas,
the existential dread of deadlines,
and the pure serotonin of finishing a chapter.
At any given moment I am:
writing,
mothering,
analyzing,
creating,
reorganizing my entire life for no reason,
and spiraling about something that probably does not matter.
It is a vibe. A lifestyle. A personality trait.
My Promise to You
Every story I release comes from a place of softness, curiosity, cultural honor, and emotional care.
Every universe is built with intention.
Every character carries a lesson I wish someone had told me earlier in life.
Every book is made to comfort, inspire, or simply give you a tiny break from reality.
If you are here, thank you.
You are part of a multiverse created by a woman who survived immigrant expectations, federal training, corporate meetings, motherhood, creative burnout, and a very long list of “Are you sure you want to do this?” moments.
And I still choose to create.
For you.
For me.
For that little child inside every Asian American who deserved softer stories.