my mother's email to me:

I was telling Dad about your director's smile in the Chinese Restaurant. We both suddenly burst into tears.... like the smile, I guess each one of us has his own story about it.... Love mom


yes. i see the convergence of stories in this moment. the tears of both failures and glories as parents. how we walk the line between the two so gracefully at times.

i need to visit europe. it's been too long since i've seen my father and i can never see my mother too much {and once in two years doesn't even come close}.