All day long, people have been telling me about an article headlined: “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior.” And I’ve had enough! I’m posting my reaction so that I don’t have to keep talking about it. Getting to the point: the piece is crap. But its writer, Yale Law School Professor Amy Chua, is also a marketing genius. Let me explain…. …
Having my dead mother as a muse is pretty freaky
After my mom died, I started feeling differently about her. It’s like she’s in my head instead of physically in the world. And, of all things, she’s become a muse who inspires me in my blogging. Weird.
This is the first week of the rest of my life
Now that my mom is dead, I’m an orphan. It feels weird, sad, exhilarating — free. Suddenly, I’m starting live over, redefining my sense of womanhood, ethnicity and culture.
Photo album: Remembering Mom, 1917-2010
This post is all about how my mom died. It was profoundly moving, sad, peaceful, loving. Death has it’s own magic. What a healing experience.
My dad cheated on my mom and all I got was…
After my dad died, we figured out that he had an affair. It changed everything for us then and until now. Details in this post.
Final vigil: my mom is now in hospice
My mom has been moved to hospice and the experience is emotionally wrenching. But we’re getting through it with the help of music therapy and my MacBook laptop.