Remembering the women in my Taiwanese family despite their lost stories.

There’s something to be said about the vestiges of Taiwan’s colonial past that persist today.

My Taiwan story begins in the Qing Dynasty when my third great-grandfather left China for a better life.

It's been a year since I started studying Mandarin seriously for the first time.

Taiwan truly is a unique place with its own stories to tell.

I realize how important it is to keep storytelling.

My father is Taiwanese and his first language is Tâi-gí (aka Taiwanese, Hokkien, Southern Min).

Looking back, I can’t help shaking my head in disbelief.

"The stories our ancestors tell of the mountains of Jade, Alishan, Dabajian, Kavulungan, Beinan and Dulan..."

I won’t lie, these last three months in Taiwan haven’t been easy.

On this moonlit night, I will celebrate the Goddess too.

After living through the worst Covid outbreak in the world, traveling to Taiwan with its amazing pandemic response, has been eye-opening.

My name is Sharon Ho Chang 張曉倫 and I am Taiwanese American.