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“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby” / Wonderland Magazine May 2017
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The first time my mother went through chemotherapy, I had just graduated college and was able to spend about a month in Taiwan with her. We went on walks and drives, I got to know Taiwan, her home, and I got to know her too. We visited the town where she grew up, had noodles at a family-owned stand where the owner’s father had once poured noodle soup for my mom and her mom. And I went to chemo sessions with her in that cold, quiet hospital room in Hu Wei. And we cooked. Almost everyday we cooked.
This time, I’m farther way and things feel different. I’ve been thinking about all the ways that I can feel connected to her. I text, I call. I think about her a lot, all the time in fact. And I cook.
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Maybe when we’re happy or content or full of love of warmth of sweet joy there is less to say because suddenly the quiet is comforting
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Claus Due & Isabel Seiffert / 8 films and a handful of questions / Artist book / 2016
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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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