My Mom was a larger than life person. Big hair, shiny jewelry, and lots and lots of opinions (the kind Asian moms are known for!). She was everybody's "Auntie" and she filled our house with people, food, and laughter (and more food!). Growing up, I always thought that my mom and I had nothing in common. How could I relate to this country girl who went to secretary's school to find a husband? Who was this lady who sent me to school with sushi when all I wanted was hamburgers and french fries? Even though I was named after her (her name is Jeanne), I insisted that I was NOT my mother. Fast forward 20 years and there's no denying that in all the ways that matter, I am my mother's daughter.