I Write A Thousand Words

Let Those Who Believe, Believe. Let Those Who Doubt, Doubt.

Maybe We're All Like That With Our Mothers. They Seem Ordinary Until One Day They're Extraordinary.

You Can't Fight Your Fate...it Is Predestined.

What Stays With Me Most Is A General Sense Of Loss, Unease, And Longing For The Past That Cannot Be Relieved.

When I Knew I Couldn't Suffer Another Moment Of Pain, And Tears Fell On My Bloody Bindings, My Mother Spoke Softly Into My Ear, Encouraging Me To Go One More Hour, One More Day, One More Week, Reminding Me Of The Rewards I Would Have If I Carried On A Little Longer. In This Way, She Taught Me How To Endure — Not Just The Physical Trials Of Footbinding And Childbearing But The More Torturous Pain Of The Heart, Mind, And Soul.