I’ll be somewhat disclosing my age here by writing this essay, but there’s a point to be made about the generation that I am a member of. The generation that has been defined by experts as those who came after the baby boomers are now grown. The Generation X—because no one could fucking come … Continue reading The X Legacy
I treated myself to a Harry Potter marathon this weekend. Guilty as charged. But, I must say that watching the HP movies (aside from reading the books a million times over) under the current social climate---brings forth a new revelation. One would sincerely believe that J.K. Rowling is a modernized oracle who was able … Continue reading To pity or not.
This one is dedicated to my BFF who told me to do exactly what I want to do. So, I gave birth to this short essay. December 24, 2017: Christmas Eve Morning The last time I spent Christmas in Hawaii, I was 12 years old. My family and I lived in Kailua with my aunt … Continue reading Sunrise on a Christmas Eve
Nowhere. Somewhere begins nowhere. It is nowhere that we find ourselves asking where to go next? Where to go from here? Our lives depend on where we are at the exact moment in time and it is where we define ourselves. My nowhere is here. At a pinnacle in my life that I find often … Continue reading Beginning.
Note: This essay was written on September 19, 2010. I was in graduate school, and my Dad had just suffered a stroke in July 2010. The stroke changed his life, and he was lucky that it occurred while he was at the hospital for an appointment. I can recall my life at that time … Continue reading Stroke
Jackie is my check and balance, and she is also my Storytexter. What I mean by this centers on the idea of memory, and how such memories are different for each person. When we were growing up, the stories my Grandmother told us evolved throughout time. In fact, they evolved each night when my grandmother told us these stories. Jackie reminded me that when my grandmother wanted to imply a moral code, she would embed such morality into her storytelling.
Fe I was once told of a story about my grandmother, Fe. She was spending the night at their field house. The field house was where her husband had the grove workers (all men) sleep overnight to keep an eye out for any intruders that may step into their land. Her husband Kiko fired the … Continue reading Fe (excerpt from A Reason For Being)
The Echo Muse 