I always take a pause the first weekend of March. You see, it was sixteen years ago to the day that I left my marriage and life in San Francisco for the safety of my parents’ home in Chicago. It seems like another lifetime ago, but sixteen years really isn’t all that long considering I’m almost 46.
The day I left was March 4th–today’s date–but in the year 2000 it was a Saturday. If you don’t know the whole story, you haven’t read Good Chinese Wife (it’s not too late!). I won’t spoil it here, but that day was quite suspenseful, up until the red-eye flight to Chicago took off from SFO late that evening.
Have a great weekend!
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