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

I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one in the same.

All women on earth-- and men, too for that matter-- hope for the kind of love that transforms us, raises us up out of the everyday, & gives us the courage to survive our little deaths: the heartache of unfulfilled dreams, of career and personal disappointments, of broken love affairs.

Snow Flower was my old same for life. I had a greater and deeper love for her than I could ever feel for a person who was my husband.

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

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

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