Real talk. I knew I had my dad’s condition. There were so many clues but they were explained away or outright dismissed by (sometimes shitty) doctors and I wanted so…
Yesterday afternoon, my doctor called with results from the two hours I spent in the MRI tube on Monday. It’s not good news. I have a 3.5 cm tumor on my sciatic…
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…
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…
We mostly go home for funerals. It feels fitting, of course, because funerals have always been where we saw the whole family. And when you come from an enormous, aging ʻohana, there are…
I don’t know if it’s actually going to rain. Wunderground says it will later tonight – there might even be thunder – but I still can’t tell if I should…
At the park with my five year-old, I share a smile with a Mom sitting next to me on the curb of the sand box. We start chatting about our kids,…
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…
I lie in his arms in the middle of the night. My eyes are still swollen from crying but my face is dry now, at least. “I’m sorry,” I tell…
I started seeing a new therapist this week, which is as simple a sentence as it is a complicated reality. I’ve been alternately planning and dreading this move for a…