Stories about the happiness and hardships of the Chinese countryside, from one Western woman with a Chinese husband from China’s countryside.
When you’re married to a Chinese national, there are the experiences you get to be privilege to — and wish you weren’t. Like a funeral in China.
It’s amazing how a simple walk through my husband’s village in rural Zhejiang suddenly opens up unexpected doors and hearts.
It’s one thing to see China’s history in a museum and another to find a 5,000-year-old site right in my husband’s village in China.
Three amazing wild edible plants here in Zhejiang, China that have enchanted me and my Chinese family this Spring — and landed on our daily menu at home.
I was raised in the Midwestern US. Yet now I live in China’s countryside with my Chinese husband and his family, where I’ve learned some surprising things.
I invested years of my life studying Mandarin Chinese, only to marry a man whose local dialect is a different language. I wondered, should I learn it?
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.