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Aloha Aku | Aloha Mai

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You’re As Lovely As Can Be

written by Celeste Noelani

As she pushes the contrast agent through the IV in my left arm, the MRI technician commends me for doing such a great job so far. The non-contrasted images are just fine,…

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September 19, 2018 2 comments
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Last Words

written by Celeste Noelani
the words close up at the end of a book. most of the words are blurred but the sentence "All was well." is in focus.

In the last conversation I ever have with my father, he tells me that I am so much like him. Maybe too much. “I was so confused when I was…

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August 18, 2016 0 comment
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Adventures With Daddy

written by Celeste Noelani

It’s getting hot and the pool is getting crowded so Dad says it’s time for us to go. We’ve been swimming for hours already, bravely leaping off the diving board…

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July 14, 2016 2 comments
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Empty Juice Cups and The Fort Ruger Rollercoaster

written by Celeste Noelani
My brother, my sister, and me.

If we’re very lucky, and if Dad still has money in his wallet, they will say yes. We can’t tell whether Dad’s wallet is empty or not so we ask…

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June 2, 2016 4 comments
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Why Am I So Afraid of the Dark?

written by Celeste Noelani

I wake up in the dark and know I am on my own. Grandma’s bed has been moved into the dining room where she can be close to Dad when everybody…

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April 25, 2016 0 comment
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A Homesick Reunion With the Pacific Ocean

written by Celeste Noelani
Ocean Shores

It’s a long way from the dunes to the shore and I laugh at the weepy anticipation that grows with each step. I walk alone towards the rolling white froth,…

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March 14, 2016 2 comments
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