Ua lawa mākou
When my boss came on board with us, we had no idea who he was. He wasn’t from Hawaiʻi, and […]
Reflections
Combustion (non-agreement)
“For a short while I had to carry a gun for my own protection. They had to teach me to
Ku‘u Lei Awapuhi
ʻAwapuhi Mama loved the scentof wild yellow ginger,growing thick on the slopes of Tantalus. In its blooming season,she would walk
The Way It Is
There’s a thread you follow. Cynthia called me over as I was walking out to the van. She handed me
On the Backroads
Uncle came by our table with the handmade “Admin” sign. We conversed easily as I stuffed breakfast bentos into his
BTBC Curriculum, Reflections
Why art now? Or, deep mapping.
Every time Emma got on the mic to introduce the next speaker, she pointed at the audience. By then, we
Koholālele under my fingernails
I saw a big fat dandelion patch and went to work. Grabbing the first one, I felt the tough thick
Reflections
What the body remembers
A Ko‘olau wau ‘ike i ka uaE kokolo a lepo mai ana e ka uaE ka‘i kū ana ka‘i mai
Legendary uncle status
When Someone Deeply Listens to YouBy John Fox (shared by Aunty Pua in 2013) When someone deeply listens to youIt
Plum Blossom Season
One time not too long ago but definitely far away, Aunty Pua and I went to Maui to do a
Face to face
He Alo Ahe Alo by Puanani Burgess He alo a he alo,(Face to face),That’s how you learn about what makes
I don’t like ice
…it’s true. I prefer my water room temperature. ** THE MOUSE IS DREAMING In a dark hole behind the washing
Grandma’s mango tree down Kalihi
I have a friend named Uncle Martin. He is a kupuna whom I met at least 15 years ago or
Core Stories
In a tenuous place of being present and wanting to support, but also wanting to give space, in the final
Un Año
Every year around this time we get together at a friend’s house to make mochi. It’s not the kind you
Cover Story
One time I was talking with Aunty Pua on the phone, or in the car and she gave me one
Red Glasses
Aloha mai kākou, I hope you are well. It’s been couple of weeks since I made it to this writing
Lā Kū‘oko‘a
My mom grew up in Chinatown, right on Hotel Street. Her Okinawan mother owned a restaurant called Millie’s Grill, and
Circles
“Do you know why we do things in a circle? …Because if it’s a straight line, the energy just goes
Reflections
Freedom – Fighting
Aloha mai kākou, I suppose a person who always looks for the middle often finds themselves there, witnessing dissonance or