Chef Qihui Guan is a former math professor who is combining her family's traditional Chinese recipes with an insistence upon quality, local ingredients.
You see, the things is, you can't stop time. It is the part of life that happens when you least expect it. It is how you spend your time that is the key to life. This makes me smile for our future is a blank slate. Crying is a part of motherhood we can't escape. But the wonder and awe of the future is what brightens my days. And the little smiles that greet me every morning.
My heart didn't close when my son was born. I fell in love, and every day I fall more deeply under his spell.
They'll tell you it's weak to cry and to fall in love. To live with an open heart. But the bravest thing you can do is to let your heart be exposed for all the pain it may entail.
I think about the next female that might look over at him in a car. A faceless girlfriend. He is too adorable for words, with his dimples, endless brown eyes and that shaggy surfer hair that curls just right. He is no longer the fat baby who hated being in his car seat.
I will love you as my own daughter, if you will let me. If you're close to your mom, I am not going to try to replace her; you don't need two moms. You might, however, be interested in having a mother-in-law who might be a friend. All you have to do is ask.
I'm the mom that sits at Taekwondo tournaments and hopes for the first place that doesn't come. I'm the mom that's been at soccer games and ached inside, wishing that the sheer will of my love for this kid could make a ball float effortlessly from his foot or hand into the goal or hoop.
Inviting your 18-year-old son to follow his muse on a road trip -- even though he refuses to let you friend him on Facebook -- is to enter uncharted emotional terrain.