I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

On the third day after someone dies, the soul comes back to settle scores. In my mother's case, this would be the first day of the lunar new year. And because it is the new year, all debts must be paid, or disaster and misfortune will follow.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.