The Slave Traders Currency and the Moms Who Ran

“What is it you were taking pictures of?” She asked. I realized then I had been neither invisible nor gone unnoticed the past few minutes I’d spent contorting my body to get rid of glare that threatened to ruin the 15 second video segments I hoped to put on Instagram. That while the beach was … Continue reading The Slave Traders Currency and the Moms Who Ran

The Great White Devil in the Dead Woman’s Garden

I stood in the garden of a woman, who during her last few weeks on earth referred to me as the Great White Devil, a woman whose frown I think of every time we pass her grave on the way to the beach. Her great-grandson, a little boy she never got the opportunity to meet … Continue reading The Great White Devil in the Dead Woman’s Garden

Waimea Canyon

Waimea canyon. Absolutely. A. Must. Each Hawaiian island has that thing that sets it apart from the others. Big Island, the volcano. Maui, Mount Haleakala. Oahu… Waikiki? Pearl Harbor? Diamond Head? Buildings taller than coconut trees? (Reference to Kaua’i zoning laws on the height of buildings.) Kaua’i has Waimea Canyon. If you’re wondering about Moloka’i, … Continue reading Waimea Canyon