My mother died suddenly and unexpectedly last month. Although she was 87, her indomitable spirit and tireless energy made her seem eternal to me and to my friends. I hit the wall. The true north on my personal compass had failed. In the midst of the madness of mourning, though, I knew I would survive the buffeting of gelid waves of misery when I got hungry. A friend and I popped into a Chinese restaurant for a quick lunch. I'd almost finished my last nibble of steamed fish with ginger and scallion when tears sprang to my eyes as I saw a mother and daughter exit laughing companionably and I realized that I'd lost not only my mother, but my favorite... More >>>