Daily life in China, through the eyes of one Western woman with a Chinese husband from China’s countryside.
My Chinese family, including my husband, prefers that I stay around the home here in China. They say it’s for my safety…but it’s for theirs too.
Though I still equate the word “invitation” with notice, I’m learning to appreciate the beauty in a sudden invite, like my big uncle’s dinner in China.
John’s Grandma has never hugged or kissed me, nor told me she loves me. But these days — and especially after this dinner — I’ve never felt closer to her.
It’s rather ironic that I didn’t change my maiden name for feminist reasons, but yet this is in line with China’s longstanding tradition.