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…
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…
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…
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.…
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,…