I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.

And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.

Language is the tool of my trade -and I use them all - all the Englishes I grew up with

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.