Usually, Hmong funerals last several days and our whole family comes together for it. It’s a Hmong tradition to fold thousands of little paper boats with silver or gold paper that represent money the person could take into the afterlife, but we couldn’t do that because of the coronavirus.
My primary game is to put my chips into the pot only when I’m super-strong. I tend to fold a lot of hands while waiting around for those strong hands to come.
I remember in one parish a terrible row over the ideal size of mince pies, and in another two great ladies dashing trays of pancakes to the vicarage floor in a controversy over whether to roll or to fold. But the real arena for food combat is television.
There is no way I could have predicted the amazing reception and support that ‘Quantico’ has received this season or even the way that I have been welcomed into the fold here in America.
I don’t just work with these kids to make them good tumblers or good dancers. I’m working with them to make them good citizens – to become taxpayers, not tax-eaters. I teach them to say please and thank you. I show them how to use a knife and fork and how to fold a napkin.
Life is not to be expended in vain regrets. No day, no hour, comes but brings in its train work to be performed for some useful end – the suffering to be comforted, the wandering led home, the sinner reclaimed. Oh! How can any fold the hands to rest and say to the spirit, ‘Take thine ease, for all is well!’
I’m one of those women who’s not to be messed with. I’m very opinionated and boisterous at times. I’m also kind and humble. I know when to fold and when to hold, and that’s important. If my edge scares you, then you have a choice to remove yourself.
There is no worse place for an intelligence service like CIA to be than on Page 1, above the fold in your daily newspaper.
When the going gets tough, I’m not always sure what you do. I’m not saying that I know how to fix everything when the going gets tough, but I do know this: when the going goes tough, you don’t quit. And you don’t fold up. And you don’t go in the other direction.
I seem to get motivated a few months at a time, and then something stressful breaks the routine, and I just fold.
As long as you don’t fold up and curl up into a ball, you’ll be all right.
I don’t need a man. But I’m happier with one. I like to have someone I can touch and squeeze and kiss. But I don’t fold up and die if I don’t have a man around.
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