

I was in the elevator this morning, rushing to grab my coffee before work, when I noticed something unusual—a small bag of candies tied with a red ribbon and a handwritten note that read: DEAR NEIGHBORS,TODAY, OUR FAMILY IS CELEBRATING A JOYOUS OCCASION, AND GUESTS WILL BE ARRIVING. THE ELEVATOR MAY BE USED FREQUENTLY, WHICH…

It all started with a dusty old suitcase tucked away in the corner of my aunt’s attic. She had recently returned from a trip to North America, bringing back souvenirs, stories, and—apparently—a few surprises. As I helped her unpack, I noticed something unusual peeking out from beneath a pile of sweaters. Curious, I pulled it…

Imagine stepping into an ancestral hall (宗祠, zōngcí)—its wooden beams creak under the weight of centuries, yet every inch tells a story. The air carries the faint scent of incense, and on the walls hang scrolls detailing names, dates, and achievements—a living record of your family’s journey through time. For overseas Chinese communities, Chinese genealogy…

So there I was, sitting in the Four Seasons Restaurant in Kaiping Tangkou (yes, that Four Seasons), when I bumped into Peter Stuckey. Now, Peter’s no ordinary retiree—he’s not out here sipping margaritas on a beach or playing bingo. Oh no. This guy spends his days volunteering at the Tangkou Community Project , jetting back…

In 1883, I was abruptly withdrawn from my studies at Iolani College in Hawaii and sent back to my ancestral home in Cuiheng Village. My brother, Sun Mei, made this decision after I tore down an image of Guan Yu—a revered deity among Chinese laborers abroad. This act was not merely vandalism but stemmed from…

When I was born on November 12, 1866, the Qing Dynasty had just extinguished the last embers of the Taiping Rebellion . The Taiping Rebellion (1850–1864) was one of the deadliest civil wars in history, led by Hong Xiuquan , a failed scholar who claimed to be the younger brother of Jesus Christ. He sought…

In my lifetime, I’ve had over thirty names. In the United States, people called me Sun Yat-sen; in Japan, most referred to me as Sun Wen. After the Xinhai Revolution, my comrades honored me with the name Sun Zhongshan. At home, my family called me Sun Dixiang—a name steeped in superstition, supposedly because a fortune-teller…

For overseas Chinese, Qingming is not merely a date on the calendar—it is a portal to the past, a sacred moment when the veil between worlds thins, and we are called to honor those who shaped us. It is a day steeped in ritual, history, and emotion, where the weight of memory meets the lightness…

The Siyi region—comprising Taishan, Kaiping, Enping, and Xinhui—has long been a cradle of resilience, innovation, and cultural richness. Known as the "侨乡" (ancestral hometown) for millions of overseas Chinese, this area has undergone profound economic transformations over the past two centuries. Today, as part of the Greater Bay Area (GBA) , Siyi is not just…

Language is more than words—it is the soul of a culture, a living thread that stitches together generations, histories, and identities. For third- and fourth-generation overseas Chinese from the Siyi region, Siyi dialects like Taishanese (台山话) are far more than tools for communication. They are bridges to a heritage steeped in resilience, echoes of ancestors…