Snow Flower Was My Old Same For

May And I Are Sisters. We'll Always Fight, But We'll Always Make Up As Well. That's What Sisters Do: We Argue, We Point Out Each Other's Frailties, Mistakes, And Bad Judgment, We Flash The Insecurities We've Had Since Childhood, And Then We Come Back Together. Until The Next Time.

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.

Poetry Is On Earth To Make You Serene, Not Corrupt Your Mind, Thoughts,or Emotions

It Used To Happen In Villages And Towns In China That They Would Have - I Guess You'd Call Them Beauty Contests - Where All Of The Women Of A Particular Village Or Town Would Be Seated Behind These Screens Or Curtains With Only Their Feet Showing.

The Greatest Calling Of All Is To Have A Literary Life.