My Mother, Myself

Here we are, at the Bronx Zoo, mother and daughter. We could very well have been Amy Tan and her mother, Daisy. Although our relationship wasn't quite as stormy, my sister recalls that I was always fighting mother. She was tired just watching us and lacked the energy to follow in my footsteps. I spent most of today reading The Opposite of Fate. I felt as if I was reading my own thoughts!

The Joy Luck Club

Mah Jong, anyone? Sometimes it is hard to look at old photographs, to see how young everyone is, and to feel the old memories. But sometimes it is necessary to look back before we can move forward. And so, I am glancing back cautiously, afraid of what I will feel. Perhaps someday, I will learn to write like Amy Tan and unburden myself in a book of musings and family secrets.