She loves you. She's just forgotten how to show it.

I am an eighth Chinese, and I come from a large Chinese-American family in Los Angeles.

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.

A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

I think all women have a friend who at some point dumped them or betrayed them or deeply disappointed them. And at the same time all women have a friend who they dumped or betrayed or hurt in some way. That's universal in women's friendships.

In our country we call this type of mother love teng ai. My son has told me that in men's writing it is composed of two characters. The first means pain; the second means love. That is a mother's love.

Seeing something once is better than hearing about it a hundred times. Doing something once is better than seeing it a hundred times.