On losing and reclaiming my Hawaiian culture. I couldn’t begin to count how many times I’ve had the same conversation. I’ll say something like “Oh, look I have a puka in…

She knows she has another brother, one she can’t play with or see or talk to or torment. One who won’t torment her back, the way her eldest brother does.…

Trigger Warning: suicide, self harm, stillbirth, abuse “How was therapy?” Ian asks. He asks this after every session, but this time is different. He is worried about me. “It was…

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,…