So many years since those Madison days. Forty years. My plane lands in what’s still a small airport. No Starbuck’s. The temperature is 32 degrees. I miss those days of…

Small Kid Time Hawaii and Growing Up Local, you frequently Intersecting Circles with Folks You Meet in Longs. You have No Choice but to Follow Da Word In the Company…

My sunny Valentine: So earnestly daft, So wickedly deft.                         Amen

In the monkey year of her first 12-year Chinese zodiac cycle, she was a sixth grade student comfortable in T-shirts and boy shorts that covered the crotch and zipped up…

      There were times when you and Oakland saved me. Every time I needed saving, through the Madison years, I could drive to Oakland in twenty-four hours and feel at…

What? I thought I said we always take February off. What? That’s wrong. We always take March off. So here’s one last chance to kick writing butt in the Year…

Waking up late into the night, As I sometimes do, I get up and eat a handful of mixed nuts And drink a small glassful of cold milk. Waiting for…

Kāne, tonight’s fingernail moon, gazes enviously upward at his illustrious neighbor, sun defiant Venus A false rivalry. An army of rain-streaked, leaden gray clouds assemble darkening the early dawn sky…

Dad removes the fresh mochi from the mochi maker and slices it to near perfect squares for the ozoni that mom makes only at New Years. A memory breathes of…

      My family and I were on our yearly camping trip. This time it was Kauaʻi, my father’s birthplace.       We were stocking up on camping supplies at a small…