Sunday, March 19, 2017

I look like Grandma

Sometimes I see photos of myself and I remember people in China telling me I looked just like my grandma. I love the thought that her image lives in me, not just her physical appearance, but the way she modeled patience, love, care-- she is one remarkable and resilient lady. The influence she's had on my life is limited by our intermittent and mostly long distance relationship, but she sure did leave a mark. Grandma was too good for me, too good for all of us. She was an amazing grandma.

I miss myself

 I miss myself. What does that mean? I miss who I was when I was at my best. Even when I was at my worst, I seemed to always crawl through t...