A Hollywood Romance Made in China

How I met my husband (regardless of what he may tell you)

At the Ming Tombs, 1979. Courtesy of author.

I’m holding a snapshot my mother took of me at the Ming tombs on the day my husband claims we met. Having just visited the excavated Dingling burial chamber — a dank underground mausoleum that the Red Guard trashed and emptied during the Cultural Revolution — I was making my way up the ramp to the wing-roofed…