An early personal essay about the complicated distance between a mother and daughter, and how things left unsaid can shape what remains between them. change what we understand about the people we love.
Originally published in the Lancaster Eagle-Gazette.
Excerpt:
I have never given my mother a Mother’s Day card before. No flowers, no chocolate candies, no silk scarf for the one who brought me into the world.
Love–or the lack of it–had nothing to do with it. Growing up in a modern but defiantly Asian country, the concept of Mother’s Day served only as an intrusive reminder of the West and its often imposing cultures.
A Mother’s Day card that is long overdue
