Author: Celeste Noelani

My work mostly explores the feminist intersection of grief, mental illness, and my mixed-race Pacific Islander ancestry. I collect Jason Momoa .gifs, crock pot recipes, and knee socks. My children might smell better than my aging Hurricane Katrina rescue cat. My husband definitely does. Maybe.

Another Day, Another Tumor. Maybe.

If I was hoping for some...

Celeste NoelaniMay 22, 20174 Comments

Three Weeks Without My Tumor

And so, it is gone. From the...

Celeste NoelaniApr 18, 2017

Hey Look! Our Polynesians’ Review of “Moana” is on Strange Horizons

A lot of non-Islander folks have asked me if...

Celeste NoelaniFeb 15, 20172 Comments

My Body Is Not A Good Body

From my bed I hear the...

Celeste NoelaniFeb 10, 20177 Comments

Tablets, caplets and capsules of various shapes and sizes.

Thank You, Brain Meds! (And Incredibly Caring Mental Health Care Professionals)

The last time I was on...

Celeste NoelaniFeb 4, 20179 Comments

The Kindergartners Rise Up At Recess

Last week, my five-year-old exclaimed that Donald...

Celeste NoelaniJan 31, 2017

Selection of medical tools

On Having the Thing That Killed My Father

My sister and I both have...

Celeste NoelaniJan 18, 2017

On the Enormous Privilege of Being a “Good” Patient

It was hard not to let...

Celeste NoelaniJan 13, 20172 Comments

Histopathology of peripheral nerve sheath tumor (schwannoma). H & E stain.

Tumors, genetics, and the frightening aftermath of the US presidential election

Four days after I learned there...

Celeste NoelaniDec 2, 2016