He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Having a baby is painful in order to show how serious a thing life is.

How can we not create a fantasy in our minds when the reality is so hard?

I think to really be literate in nu shu you only need about 600 characters because it is phonetic. So you're able to then create many words out of one character.

People write to me all the time, and I write back.

Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

And one of the interesting things about bound feet is that they never age.