The thing is, there is nobody left to ask. Sure, I could type the words HAWAI’I SOMEN SALAD into the search bar and come back with thousands of variations. I…
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The first thing I saw yesterday morning was the message that you died. I crumpled to the floor, weeping that I never told you how much I love you. I…
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…
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,…