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. “He’s in our heart,” she says, pointing to her chest. “Yes, baby,” I tell her. “He’s in our heart.” “I’m not a baby,” she says … More The Boy In Our Hearts
He comes home for lunch at 11:05, shoulders stooped from the weight of Language Arts and Algebra I. Last night’s pizza is pulled from the oven and set on the table. “When are you going to buy milk?” he asks, instead of saying thank you. This is how he lets me know he needs something. … More Backburner
I’m having a tough time lately. And by lately, I mean always. I can’t remember a time that wasn’t tough. That I didn’t struggle. I do well sometimes. So well that even I don’t believe that I’m on a tightrope of depression and anxiety. I feel like I’m walking that line so perfectly, so capably, … More On Time Travel And Therapy
“Bad Book. Poor grammar is the bane of this otherwise fine exploration of love and loss.” – A Customer I hesitate before adding dialogue, unsure of the line I need to walk when representing dialect. I am worried about my characters’ inherent readability. I am worried about my own “poor grammar” reviews. -Read more at: … More “Poor Grammar” Reviews And The Joyful Lyricism Of Hawaiian Pidgin
The strawberries have going berserk in the front yard. The bean plant I unceremoniously ripped from one back yard container garden survived its relocation to the front yard as well and one long reaching vine climbs happily up a shepherd’s hook I’d been keeping in my I swear I’m going to do something with that … More A Very Lovely Summer
This morning I asked my sister if it was okay to have hot dogs and saimin for dinner tonight. It’s Dad’s birthday so we’re skipping our usual Tuesday fare of carnitas and fresh-made tortillas pressed by Iliana’s busy little hands. I know that changing the menu isn’t a big deal, but today it might be. … More On Loss And Celebrating Small, Nothing Memories Of Dad
Friday was our fifth wedding anniversary so we sat in the living room completely alone, except for the cat who doesn’t care about these kinds of things anyway. “Well, now what?” we asked conspiratorially. Of each other, not the cat. We hadn’t made any plans for the day. No big date, no agenda. Just a … More Nothing Says YAY MARRIAGE Like Driving An Imaginary Horse
Already a legend before I met him on the first day of my senior year Drama class, Mr. Bright was the kind of teacher every teenager should be privileged enough to have at least once in their young lives. Demanding, encouraging, and above all filled with a genuine love of his craft and his students, … More Aloha, Mister B.
I just read an article about the Kakaako tent city and Hawaii Community Development Authority’s mission to help with the issue. Only, the issue isn’t homelessness. The solution, not jobs or housing or humanity. The problem is, as always, those dang homeless people who are encroaching on public spaces. The solution isn’t to end homelessness, … More Gee, It’s A Real Bummer About Homelessness
“If you don’t like living here,” they say, “if you don’t like living beneath this flag, you are free to live somewhere else.” The here they are talking about is the United States. The flag, of course, the stars and stripes of Saturday’s fireworks extravaganza. But here is also Hawaiʻi. The state whose flag was … More If Not Here, Where?