By Lula Talenfeld ‘ 25 Staff Writer/Events Director I used to share my sister’s room. Now, it is just hers and she’s about to turn 17, but the curtains are still the same. Ikea, blue, polka dots, sheerer than we expected so the black-out shades behind them are always pulled at least halfway down. Most…
My first “I love you” filled the air when I was sixteen in the cold basement of a new model suburban home. The air emanating from the concrete walls was chilly because it was near Christmas or just past. I can’t quite remember now. I do remember the flush, the warmth shooting out from my…
Dear Self-Love Trainee, I talked to my therapist the other day and she asked me if I loved myself. Of course the immediate high-pitched, winded answer that came out of me was “Yes, I do love myself.” Anything other than that would have garnered more probing questions than I think I was ready to answer….
Japanese American Artist, Mitski’s new album Laurel Hell is now available to stream. Unable to contain my excitement for the new project, I’ve found myself speaking about it to whoever will listen. Gushing about my love for Mitski is a common occurrence in my day-to-day existence. I am simply unable to contain my over-identification with…
My dad and his brother spent their childhood summers at Puako Lot 4. They ran across the red-hot a`a with fishing nets, catching manini and looking for sharks. The Black Tip Reef Sharks are my cousins. There is a legend in Puako that a still-born child from the Kaono family was put to rest in…